My Butt

I was glaring at my butt in the mirror. After two pregnancies, it was a lot flatter and lumpier than I would like it to be. I fancied my rear was like a pat of butter melting down the backs of my thighs. You’d think, considering the years I’ve put into convincing other women to…

Dim, Sticky Beginnings

Let’s pretend it’s 2006, and I’ve just had my first child. I’m cowering in the corner with my laptop, hiding from a messy house and the adorable 10-week-old baby girl wiggling on the living room floor. I feel like I’m trapped in a lonely dark hole. A hole littered with baby toys and dirty dishes. I…