I tried eczema creams, coconut oil, almond oil, apple cider vinegar and other homemade anti-itch ointments, but nothing helped.
Today, more people are living (and, hence, eating) alone than at any other time in history.
The boy behind me was singing the theme from "JAWS" as the blood crept down my thighs. Sadly, no shark took his young life.
I've been battling hormonal acne since I went off the pill four years ago, and it has been super hellish.
Here's what makes it harder: Being told by a doctor that your bra is too tight and that’s probably what’s causing the excruciating pain in your right ribs that’s so awful that you literally want to jab a knife into your side and rip the bones out.
Going for a walk with my mom is not a chore or an obligation; it’s a choice. I can take in the trees, the water, the pavement and the empty space. I can turn to my mom and share that with her.
Slowly, my “100% straight” label peeled back to reveal something pretty queer underneath.
Let’s talk about things you can buy from the grocery store that you can eat as well as have on hand for skin and hair care.
All week long, I longed for the weekend. All weekend, I dreaded the week.
Doing jumping jacks in the restroom is all well and good, until someone catches you and people begin to question why you aren’t at your desk when they need you.
I became a personal trainer to help other people build healthier relationships with their bodies, but in the process, I was undoing everything I had done to help myself.
I huddled in my bathrobe on a towel and tried not to look at the trail of blood I’d left around the living room.
My average-chested friends couldn’t understand why I would want to downsize.