organ donation
My coordinator would send me packages full of test tubes, I would have a nurse fill them with my blood, and then I would FedEx them to various places in the country. It was like a morbid and boring hobby.
surgery
My own accident left me with the same injuries as Victoria -- a crushed jaw, a liquefied eye socket and pulverized cheekbones.
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Jun 17, 2014 at 3:00pm | 67 comments

bras
I admit, my gut reaction to this was "Ugh," followed by "Are you kidding me with this?" But then I thought about it some more -- and there are actually other reasons people wear bras, besides trying to fit a narrow beauty ideal.
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May 16, 2014 at 5:00pm | 110 comments

vagina
At almost 30 years old now, I can finally (sort of) admit that my feelings of shame are ridiculous; I have nothing to be ashamed of, and ignorant people are ignorant.
mybrownbaby
I jokingly named my tumor Punxsutawney Phil. I told everyone that if the tumor saw its shadow during removal, I’d have six more weeks of recovery ahead. It made the surgery seem less daunting.
breast reduction
fat shaming
Growing up fat in a thin-obsessed culture led me to a case file at the hospital that is more than 2,000 pages long.
c-sections
My #1 priority was a healthy baby, but escaping pain was a close second.
good dads
At 21 days old, Joanna Schroeder had severe hip problems requiring hospitalization. Her dad invented and built a device so she could stay home with her family.
surgery
From 2002 and on, I basically never stepped foot on a beach and, if I did, I was always fully clothed.
hyperhidrosis
Hyperhidrosis made my hands and feet drip sweat all the time, so I went under the knife to make it stop.
endometriosis
Most days I laid in bed and suffered, convinced that either I had some kind of cancer eating me from the inside out that no doctor could find, or that they were right and there was nothing wrong with me and the pain was an invention of my twisted mind.
health
This post may or may not include opiates, a butthole, and a butter knife.
beauty
Or: I Went to the Drugstore High on Morphine and Ativan After Surgery and Bought a Bunch of Beauty Products
getting pregnant with michelle tea
Smoking is for single people. Now that I found Dashiell, I want to live forever.
getting pregnant with michelle tea
Maybe I can’t have nice things. A healthy uterus is a nice thing. So is a baby.
getting pregnant with michelle tea
“We should just get in there and look inside,” she says, agreeing with Dr. Waller. There for sure is something at the top of my uterine cavity, quite possibly a freaking fibroid.
healthy
At first I noticed little things -- my cup size B Victoria’s Secret bra looked a bit obscene, my button-down shirts kept popping open at the chest. Then my nipples stretched and expanded until they looked like enormous pink flying saucers.
vulvodynia
It began with intense vulvar itching that kept me up at night and caused me to scratch until I bled. My long fingernails were frequently caked with blood and skin as I clawed into bar soap in attempts to clean them.
reproductive rights
As requested, I wrote this while under the influence of the good drugs from the hospital.
i'm so excited i could pee
Dude, you’re about to cram a tenaculum up my cooter while I’m unconscious and strapped to an operating table, I think I can handle you looking at my tits.
birth control
“F*ck ovaries,” I was prepared to say, “and their stupid little eggs too. Let’s do this thing! Sterilisation now, ovulation never!”