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Michelle (with cigarette), the author, the makeup artist, Barbara Nitke (with camera), and actor Damien Cashmere, as shot in a makeup mirror, behind the scenes at Every Body (Photo courtesy of Barbara Nitke)

Confession: I Was A Sex Video "Extra"

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

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Sperm meets egg. Or maybe not?

Infertility: The Cold Hard (No, But Really) Truth

Our first IUI happened, and I can describe it as “OH ALL THE SWEARING THIS HURTS SO MUCH WHY IS THIS TERRIBLE THING HAPPENING.” It turns out that I have a scarred cervix, which requires that it be manually opened in order to put in the catheter.

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As an adult woman, I have granted myself full permission.

Pleasuring Myself Isn't Shameful — It's Self-Care

Unlike before, pleasuring myself isn’t a daily or weekly thing. But I'm also not ashamed anymore. As an adult woman, I have granted myself full permission.

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The Worst Side Effect Of Bipolar Disorder Is The Shame

I wasn’t thankful. I was too negative. I wasn’t doing enough. When I found out my mood swings weren't my fault, that I had bipolar disorder, I cried.

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Is it all my fault?

I’m 40 And I’ve Never Had An Orgasm During Sex

That’s part of the problem, I think. I keep waiting for my sexual partners to figure out how to bring me to orgasm.

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Left: 12/13 Right: 10/14

Don't Judge My Anorexia

Anorexia is not what you think. Warning: Triggering pictures included.

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What My Son's Stay In A Psychiatric Hospital Taught Me About Resilience

When I left the hospital the night that he was admitted, I sat in the parking lot gasping with big ugly sobs and looking for someone to blame — beginning with myself. I'm his mother, and I'm the only consistent parent he's ever had. As I finally made my way home, with tears streaming down my face and my mouth open in a silent scream of pain, all I could ask myself was "what have I done?" How could I have allowed my son to be hurt so deeply, and in so many ways?

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My Chronic Illness Left Me Broke And Homeless, So Meditation Is My Medication

It’s real sticky-wicked to have your body become unpredictable and tortuously painful. So here I am. Homeless. Meditation is my medication.

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10 Fashion Lessons I Learned From Being An Elementary School Teacher

I thought I knew everything I needed to know about personal style and fashion until I started teaching elementary school. I had more fashion lessons this year than a makeover-show contestant, courtesy of 6-year-old girls.

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When Your Mother Is Your Abuser 

I spent seventeen years in an abusive relationship. Not only do I the physical scars to prove it, I carefully tote a heavy heap of emotional scars. Humiliation, fear, and shame were poured into my heart for years, by a person that claimed to love me - my mother.

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