Joni Edelman

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

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

4. A high school government class.

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

What to really expect when you're expecting.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

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

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

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