Joni Edelman

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

Being vulnerable, being seen (even lumpy and naked), admitting weakness, asking for help — these acts inspire and edify.

You should know that she is a really awesome human.

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

91% of women report dissatisfaction with their body. Ninety-one. I know you know math—that’s 9/10 of women.

It's #STDAwareness week here at Ravishly. We're kicking it off with this handy chart!

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.