Joni Edelman

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"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

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.

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

Attention Civilians: Colonel David Iverson does not want to see your boobs.

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

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

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

You know what’s an epidemic? Making people feel second rate and ashamed, criminalizing them for something like having an obese pregnancy.