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Here is the pain again… in all its spiral curves, dips and dives – plunging me into a dark unrecognizable place which has no identifying landmarks. Looking into the mirror, my waist seems to mimic my fuzzy brain, both going flaccid overnight. Just moments away from making peace with my body, out of nowhere a hormonal hell has stepped in, taken over, and apparently sideswiped the person who was once me. I am exhausted. Who does this body belong to? It couldn’t be mine. Do I really look this gray and achromatic?  Read more >

TRAMP. Whether using the word as an epithet or embracing it (a.k.a., The Tramp Stamp), the word incites an emotional reaction in all of us. Because what we are really saying is that a girl or a woman is only the sum of her ....body parts. Calling another human being "a tramp" puts a label on that person. And, if we are asking parents not to dress their children like tramps, aren't we really saying...Parents, don't dress your girls like them? Perhaps the bigger question is: Can we stop using the word TRAMP? Are we capable of having this conversation without the labels?  Read more >