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*Hear Hear.

Maybe it’s kinda the Clamato of Canadian snacking?

I am so utterly heartbroken. It feels like all we’ve done for the last two years is lose. I won't be able to take it if we lose November.

We are all small, unaccomplished and old when compared to Barack and Michelle Obama. Compare yourself to Don and Melanie and you’ll feel much better. 

I feel like Megyn Kelly doesn't realize what she's best at is screeching to the Fox audience about Santa Claus, and her trying to do an upbeat morning show is definitely out of her wheelhouse. It's like if Tammy Lohan tried to do a fluffy morning show.

I’m sure it’s totally awesome and not at all emotionally confusing for the kids.

All signs point to no. 

I didn’t report my rape because it would have ruined my family. I was raped by my uncle @14 in the upstairs bathroom while the entire family was out in the yard having a bbq. If I had mentioned it to anyone, my father would have killed my uncle, gone to prison, and my family would be over. So I didn’t say anything. I

There is definitely something generational to it.

As someone else mentioned, I do think this is partly generational.  I am overwhelmed at how many people here are sharing similar stories.  I spoke with some friends over the weekend and their Moms (or aunts, in some cases) do the same thing.  Very strange.

Wow, we could be sisters. The last time my Mom was heavier and talking mad trash about herself (calling herself “disgusting” etc.) was right after she’d had chemo. I’m like “Lady, you just lived through AGGRESSIVE CANCER (and insanely aggressive treatment)...maybe ease up on how terrible you are to yourself about your

It’s a little funny that you say that. Just yesterday a friend of mine who struggles with eating disorders asked me to tell her if she got fat—I told her sure, there’s no one more critical of a fat person than another fat person.

Are you me? I just spent a few weeks with my parents in between moves and the constant weight talk really messed with me. I was skipping meals or hiding food in the guest room like I was a teenager again. We couldn't get through a single meal without weight talk or food shaming. They can't mention anyone without

My Mom fluctuates (and has fluctuated my whole life) between being about 20 pounds heavier than she wants to be and being a weight she feels is ideal. She also fluctuates between calling herself “disgusting” and throwing a tiny celebration for herself daily when her weight is in check. Unfortunately, that tiny

i’m so sorry that happened to you. my best friend got into a car accident years ago that compressed his spine, causing him to be a full two inches shorter and in near-constant pain. he’s also fat. he was getting treatment for his back issues from the date of the accident, and it’s still always been attributed to his

I also don’t like it being “between a person and her doctor” because most doctors (#notalldoctors, lol) are fucking useless at weight loss advice. I went in for a checkup and the doctor tut-tutted about my weight (wow, I’m fat? Gee doc I never noticed!) and instructed me, in one sentence, to “get more excercise and

I have terrible knee, hip, and back problems. I’ve been told repeatedly that I should lose the weight to make things better and that my weight is the cause of my problems.  No doctor has listened to me when I have told them that I have had knee issues since I was a skinny 12 year old or that the hip and back problems

I used to think that weight was between a person and their doctor. Then I had sciatica about 10 years ago. My first neurology appointment the doctor shamed me for 45 minutes about how my weight was causing my sciatica. Fast forward 9 years and 50# lighter.... I still fucking have that sciatica and wish I could scream

“pimp chain”??? calling you out for being racist AF because that is stanfard liturgical wear. Episcopal bishops wear purple shirts. GTFOH.