Joni Edelman

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

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

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.

I guess the point of a spiritual awakening is just that; if you were already awake, you wouldn’t need a moment that was self-defining. You’d already be defined.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

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.

Is that incense I smell? A drum circle in the distance perhaps? Chanting? Herbal potions? Perhaps a cauldron? Could it be homebirth?

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.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

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