A few lifetimes ago I found myself at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel with my driver’s door smashed in so badly that it could barely stay closed. Two of NYPD’s finest (and finest ;) extricated me out of the passenger’s side. One went over to handle the other driver, the other had me lean against the trunk and asked me if I smoked.Read More
Let’s play a game. I’ll name a day and you tell me how much you weighed:
your last check-up,
in ninth grade,
when you were nine years old. How many did you get?
Letting go has been a message through the ages - a Buddhist principle, a song by Sting, a purvey of Pinterest-able posters. Letting yourself go, however, gets mixed reviews. You should let yourself go emotionally and spiritually, but physically, you should be mindful, watch what you eat and move your body.Read More
I wonder, what is at the bottom of my binge? What would happen if the binge was my regular way of eating? Would my body ever say, no thanks, I’m good? How much room do I have for my body? For my imperfections? For life's surprises? For all I can't control?Read More
I love Mibodi. She is beautiful, flexible and strong with smooth olive skin and a sensuous hourglass figure that expands and contracts but never changes its shape. I hate her, too. With her floppy belly, chunky arms, and cottage cheese thighs; her bigness that makes her hard to dress and harder still to get up and out and around.
Aah, it’s May. Beach season kicks off in 27 days. And you know what happens when I say beach (let’s do it together). When I say “beach” you say “body”! Beach! ‘Body!’ Beach! ‘Body!’ So here we are, it’s body month. Bare-my-body, no-not-my-stomach, omigod-I-hate-my-thighs, I-know-my-body-looks-good-to-you-but-Read More