Joni Edelman

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

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

When it comes to your physique, your mind can actually work against you.

My husband and I recently traveled together without our kids for the first time . . . in a while. And it was a brand-new ball game.

I want my kids to have an understanding of the truth of sex, the ins, the outs, the details no one wants to ask anyone—least of all their mom.

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

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

Oh hey remember that time in 1804 when Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton had an actual duel, with actual guns and Burr shot Hamilton and Hamilton did not shoot Burr. And then the next day Hamilton died.

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.