When I wear white, I eat spaghetti. Or drink coffee. Or munch on Cheetos. Or write with Sharpies or open cans of motor oil or serve grape juice to passing children or basically do any and everything possible to STAIN THE LIVING BEJEEZUS OUT OF MY CLOTHING. But I wear...
Although this post focuses on correspondence between myself and reader Nichole, she raises questions that I’ve gotten many, many times over the years both in comments on this blog and in a handful of e-mails. I do my best to tackle them in real time,...
Perspective is a powerful tool. Because “how things are” is incredibly relative, and how we think about them is key. When it comes to our bodies, we are coached to consider their deficits. They aren’t thin enough, strong enough, sexy enough, young...