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A couple weeks ago I happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and the results were… ridiculous.
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“Let me know if you see anything. Or hear anything! I’ll be calling you twice a week,” she informed me.
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I started hoarding my hairballs in high school. Now I keep the hairballs in my purse pocket, the way other women would guard a confidence-boosting lipstick or nicotine gum.
hyperhidrosis
Hyperhidrosis made my hands and feet drip sweat all the time, so I went under the knife to make it stop.
disney
My shocking discovery in a Main Street, U.S.A. bathroom launched me into a lifetime of looking back at my shortened childhood.
it happened to me
The more time that passed, the more terrified I felt that this had, in fact, happened to me, that my body had been violated while under the care of a medical professional to whom I had entrusted my health and my overall well-being.
it happened to me
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it happened to me
It's called thanatophobia, or the fear of dying. Sure, everyone's afraid of dying to some extent, but not everyone gets consumed by it.
guns
For every outraged indigence about "trampling" on the second amendment, with every word and breath, I am that young woman again, sitting in her truck in a parking lot, alone except for a 911 operator.
sex
Before I started doing porn at age 34, the only fat women I'd seen in any semi-nude pose (other than in museums) were those "Wish you were here" postcards with the 500lb woman in a bikini.
it happened to me
In between the last diary entry and this one Dan left me. We went from talking about baby names to him calling me up one evening and saying, "I just can’t handle it."
bulimia
Next came the dreamy Rick Owens distressed skinny pants. And so began my daily routine spending hours surfing clothing websites and spending way too much money on clothes that didn't fit me.
8th grade
You may have noticed one of my favorite things to do on xoJane is take a sports headline and write some vaguely-related story about my life as a way of attempting to get you (okay fine: also me) interested in it.
body autonomy
It happened to me: I got groped at work. Against my will. And then I blamed myself for it.
alzheimer's
Am I ready for kids? Hell no. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking that I need to make it all happen now, this year, so she can be a part of it.
closets
I have a sickness. My only real goal in life has been to have a house that had a bedroom for a closet.
bugs
I was being punished for failing to grow up and accept that I was going to be somebody's wife. Punished, with lice.
coke
We live for comments. Here's what made my week.
healthy
And so do five of my non-crazy friends
it happened to me
Because apparently there are no roles for actresses who are "too Jewish-looking" (nevermind that I'm Italian).
behind-the-scenes
You guys loved Lela's touching "It Happened to Me" -- and so did some literary agents.
hookers
How taking my clothes off for a Madam and the story that followed landed me a stalker, media scorn and ultimately taught me the value of privacy.