Tag: body

numbered

I had been right in the middle of writing a breezy post on our debate over whether or not to have a second kid when I was semi-surprised to find out I was pregnant again. I say semi because we had been discussing it,...

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requiem for a boobdream

I guess breastfeeding, for me, is over? I’m still pumping for now, but the actual part that involves baby and boob in proximity to one another, I think the lights have gone up and the credits are rolling over that scene....

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the defense rests

A fun thing I do all day long is defend whatever I’m doing to the detractors in my head. I thought maybe if I blogged about the things my imaginary detractors are most vocal about of late that I would stop having to...

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about-face

Today I’d like to talk with you about a topic that’s very near and dear to my heart: my vanity. Specifically, my face. And the things that grow on it. Zits. Acne. Blemishes. Pepperoni pizza. Connect-the-Dots....

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see what they see

The beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine.  Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...

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losing it

Last week, just one day after Jessica Simpson finally had her baby, I came across an internet article about her “post-baby weight loss plan.” One. Day. Afterward. This shouldn’t be a surprise. I shouldn’t...

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lived in

I hate foundation. I hate powder. I hate how every time I scratch my itchy face while wearing foundation and powder I end up with it caked under my nails. Little half-moons the color of my skin. I hate how I only ever put it on...

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general flailing; all caps usage

This cycle marks the first time in over six years that I am not taking oral birth control. This is not in preparation for babies, although that deadline does appear to be approaching rather rapidly. No, this is simply a case of...

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