Ugh, soooo much of this where I grew up, near a Seneca reservation. Hanging a hot-pink dreamcatcher from your rear-view mirror doesn't negate your racist-as-fuck beliefs.

This. I don't want to pay to keep Chelsea in prison for 35 years, but since I have no choice, I'd prefer she be treated with dignity.

Ugh, bad doctors can be the worst. In highschool I got tendonitis from running track, and the doctor told me if I didn't want to continue injuring myself, I should stop dieting and besides most boys prefer a girl with a little meat on her bones. My mom just about blew a gasket. I think regionalism might have had…

I was reeeeeaaally super skinny as a teenager and had a couple mortifying experiences with one teacher who sent other girls to the bathroom with me to make sure I wasn't purging. Also, many awkward, misguided discussions about body-image with the school guidance counselor. For the most part, being thin probably…

Yes please. Enough with the suffering Olympics.

Thank you for this article, Lindy. I remember the moment, as a skinny teenager, when I realized that what I experienced was not just "thin-shaming" so much as it was "woman-shaming." It didn't matter what I looked like, people were going to criticize and concern-troll me, because my body is considered public…