Joni Edelman

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.

You do not have to hate your body — but you don’t have to love it either. While I'm happy with my fat body, I miss being thin.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

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

I was told that feminism is man hate. That abortion is murder. And then I thought, "What am I doing here?"

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?