Joni Edelman

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

I didn't get a lot of mothering as a child, but when I did, it was from her. She taught me how to sew, how to crochet. She taught me how to stand up for myself, to be tough. She taught me how to make fried chicken and fried okra, which I will never make, because it's fucking gross.

I'll let you in on a little secret - being thin didn't make me happy, but being "Fat" does! Be fat and happy. Be unapologetically fat.

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

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

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.