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Little Edie
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She is so lovely. Ditto on the girlcrush.

YES! That's just it! I look at pictures of myself from that period and I ask myself, "Why the hell did I think I was fat??? I looked amazing! I looked healthy and fit and I wrecked myself!" And then you have to say, "Do you really want to look like you did at 14?" No, not really, but it would've been nice to know then

I lost 80 lbs. when my Dad died of an aneurysm and I had two surgeries in the same year, oh and my friend made me think he had HIV and stopped talking to me for 6 months. At one point, I could see my sternum and my adviser stuck her finger in a hole in my leggings and said, "You're too skinny." I looked sick. Why do

I'm with you! At least the floors will last longer than an afternoon and you can dance on them whenever you want because they're YOURS.

Mr Edie's mother was watching "Say Yes to the Dress" the other night and when they said the budget was $10K she asked if that was the whole wedding or just the dress. Needless to say she has not recovered from the answer to that question.

I love Karen Carpenter. Love her music, love her. I vomited blood one night when I was bulimic and I thought of her and how her mother found her one morning when she didn't come down for breakfast and how I didn't want my parents to come upstairs and find me dead some morning in front of the toilet. That was a turning

I suffered from bulimia for a decade through high school and college. I've been thinking about this a lot lately because people have said things about my weight lately. I recently lost about 80 lbs. In junior high/early high school I was about 5'7" and 140 lbs. Now, I weigh five pounds more than that right now at the

This is the most perfect response to this I've ever read. Thank you. x

Preferably as part of a chain gang.

I went through this after college. I think it's just being smart and not taking a nosedive into adulthood right after graduation. Sure, there's a learning curve, but I think it's useful to have your feet underneath you before you launch.

I'm an RA for graduate students and I lived with a nutball. Several nutballs. One was murdered, but that was in my first year of grad studies in London. And yeah, I find myself envying my friends with dental insurance and you know, insurance that covers toes and doctors not affiliated with the student health center. I

I went through this with two Master's Degrees, I spent a year at home with my parents and my Dad, at one point, I was so depressed, he threatened to have me committed. (He had had it with my crazy self-destructive behaviour and frankly, so had I, I was bored to tears.) So yeah, you'll get out of there and get a job

This was me, too. I'm always two seasons behind or the series was canceled by the time I decided to start watching it. My roommate was watching it religiously and much like everything else that's popular related to me, it took surgery on my ass and three days of bed rest to get me to watch the first two seasons.

Wow. I so needed this today. I needed the reminder that abuse doesn't always have to be physical. I also needed the reassurance that reporting it when you're in a position of authority, even if it's going to cause shit to rain down upon you from the party involved, is worth the risk.

I love it there, too! Except when my mother thinks it's a brilliant thing to buy lolliops with bugs preserved in them to distribute to all of her favourite friends of mine.

I'm with you, I'd think she'd be fun to spend an afternoon with, she seems, as she gets more comfortable, to be a genuinely warm and caring person. And when it comes right down to it, it wasn't JUST Camilla... there was Lady Tryon (Kanga) (who allegedly tried to commit suicide because of Charles' rejection, which

I'm bookmarking this for every time my dissertation starts to get the best of me: I can go and live vicariously through a baby sloth being bathed in tea, drip dried, and then given sloth chocolate. Man, I wish I was that adorable when I got out of the shower.

I needed this today! I grew-up in Boston and since moving South and losing 80 lbs. my internal thermostat has gone straight to Hell (and not in a good, self-warming kind of way). I'm spending New Year's in Boston with my boyfriend's family who keeps the thermostat at 62* and their pipe froze last night... I'm working

I always feel like there's a lot of simmering resentment between the four wives, despite their attempts at being candid about their jealousy. I mean, now #4 Robyn is pregnant and #1 Meri had trouble conceiving. I mean, if that was me, I would be miserable, it would feel like a giant "Fuck You" from the Universe. Also,

I think this is GOOD, but I'm not sure that the circumstances surrounding it make it easy to lend wholehearted support to this decision. It's not like a woman was just asked to arbitrarily remove her hijab or it was pulled off her in some other security setting. The fact that she and her husband were in there for