UUUUUUGH #HEALTHY IS THE WOOOOOORST. It's like, just OWN it. You're saying something wildly offensive and hurtful (and most of the time OBVIOUS) so claim that. Don't spin it as something "good." Also, the arm squeezing. It's some witch in hansel & gretel shit.

My mom is so worried about gaining weight to this day (she's 54) but you look at her and you can tell she's skinny. Especially for all the health stuff she's been going through, the last thing she should work on is losing weight.

Some people are fucked up enough that they think this sort of shame is helpful to their kids. Growing up, my next-door neighbour started fat-shaming her daughter at around four or five years old. She didn't hate the daughter, she just struggled with her own weight and her own self-esteem issues and I think blamed her…

Thank you Mary. You describe the ethos of bulimia perfectly. You're an amazing writer with a very unique voice. It reminded me how lucky I am to be alive.

Aaah the I-Have-A-Judgmental-Perfectionist-Bitch-Of-A-Mother Club. Welcome new member, welcome.

(PS - your story broke my heart. Stay strong in spite of her.)

Here's what I'd tell my younger self: You become stronger as you get older, but you also become more forgetful. You stop cataloguing everyone's crimes against your self-esteem.

Yeah. I'm really glad that being a 42DDD means that its way too complicated for my size to be included. Thanks anyway, I guess? It's only thin women who have poorly fitting bras? No, it's cool, I'm glad yet another company is here to say I'm too fucking fat to take part.

By the way, I don't want to be one of those…

I understand why people would feel like they couldn't talk about this. If we're being honest about feelings here, I honestly felt no sympathy for the women above. To be honest, I saved all my sympathy for their children.

Thank you for this piece. As much as I dig inside me, I can't find the desire to have a child. And it's beginning to scare me because I think my husband will eventually want one.

Once when I was serving in a bar I had a tray with four drinks on it for a booth with two couples. As I approached the table, one of the men cupped my ass. I immediately dumped the full tray in his lap. As I made eye-contact with his wife, I told him how sorry I was - but that when he grabbed my ass I was so…

Justin McElroy from the My Brother, My Brother, And Me podcast summed the whole "should I hit on this person?" issue up beautifully: if the person in question cannot LITERALLY break into a run and flee from your presence easily and without social or employment repercussion, you are not allowed to hit on them.

Which…

Like obedience-training for dogs or babies. "NO!... NO. NO. NO. nnnnnnnnNO. ..... NO. .... NO. .... Look at me: NO." And keep your finger pointed at their noses, to get their attention. I guess you just have to repeat it till it sinks in.

When I asked you and your companion if you'd be eating, or needing anything else from me, you put your hand - ever so gently - ON MY ASS and asked if you could take me "to go".

it feels important to post this now

I work in the kitchen at a bar. I was having my after shifter a few days ago and a regular customer came up behind me and attempted to tickle me. I said don't touch me, and when he leaned in the bar and looked down laughing I did the two fingers and "Look at me when I'm talking to you" and repeated that he was not to…

And I have to shit like a Led Zepplin has to rock. I need a commode and I need one NOW!

As my grandpa would say when referring to diarrhea, "better tighten your pucker string."

It was extremely traumatic, but what doesn't kill you gives you velour pants with Mickeys on the butt? I still wear them as pjs.