Joni Edelman

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.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

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

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.

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

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

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

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.