Winona Dimeo-Ediger

How does that old cliché go? “Love is not a noun, it’s a verb”? Loving your body is a verb. It’s an action — and in many ways it’s a sacred and defiant one.

Justin: I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice. Me: Once or twice? Really, Justin? Justin: And by once or twice I mean maybe a couple a hundred times. Me: Right. Now we’re on the same page.

Dear Winona,

Also worth considering: Beyonce on vacation, Prince George, your mom in the '70s.

Clean eating is so passe, you guys. It’s time to get on board the newest trend: dirty eating!

All the skimpy clothes that come along with this time of year give me anxiety.

"I’ve been on three rollercoasters in my life. I hated every second of all of them."

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I regularly call upon personal saints for help. Really specific ones whose sainthood only exists in my own mind, but they’re very effective. Today I’d like to introduce you to a few of them; feel free to call on them as often as needed.

...canning stuff is the best. It makes you feel like a badass pioneer woman preparing for the Oregon Trail except in this scenario you’re making orange basil marmalade for brunches rather than sustenance and you have unlimited access to a shower.