Joni Edelman

Actually, no, I'm not a gluttonous moron.

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

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

This is an article about a real product that exists, that was designed to deliver an electric shock, to YOUR BODY, to stop you from eati

I just listened to my four and six year-old children (one boy, one girl) have a lengthy bathtime conversation about babies, growing up, m

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.

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

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?