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The Art Of Praying Naked

The Art Of Praying Naked

I step out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, and stand in front of the full-length mirror. Water is still dripping from my hair, creating a tiny puddle next to my feet on the shiny brown tiles. “This is it,” I whisper to myself. Slowly, I unwrap the soft towel from my body... read more

November 18, 2013 Leah Abraham Featured Content, Health 11

It is Good : An Ode to My Body

It is Good : An Ode to My Body

The instructor at the front of the room arches her hands high above her head and jumps up and down in time to the music, some Top 40s hit I don’t recognize. The class dances along in pace before me while I’m hoofing it at the back, missing half the moves despite how hard I’m... read more

September 12, 2013 Bethany Suckrow Featured Content, Health 14

Cutting To Stop The Hurt

Cutting To Stop The Hurt

DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong imagery surrounding self harm. If you or someone you know is suffering self abuse please seek council, and tell someone you trust. Search for the best resources in your area here. __________________________________________________________________________________________ She was in my husband’s class. She’d transferred from another school and cutting was her way of keeping... read more

August 27, 2013 Emily Wierenga Featured Content, Health 29

Starving for Attention

Starving for Attention

DISCLAIMER: Today’s post discusses disordered eating. If you or a loved one is struggling with an eating disorder, please call the confidential National Eating Disorders Helpline at 1-800-931-2237 or visit the National Eating Disorders Association (NEDA) website. _______________________________________________________________________________________ I don’t want to write this. That’s how I know I need to. If it write it, it becomes real.... read more

August 26, 2013 Katie Moorhead Rutledge Featured Content, Health 8

It’s Too Bad I’m Fat

It’s Too Bad I’m Fat

On the evening of my sixth birthday, I rode my bicycle to my friend’s house down the street. I pedaled my pink bike slowly along the pavement, considering the day’s events and the new outfit I’d been given. It was a green skirt with yellow sunflowers on it, and it came with a matching jacket.... read more

July 29, 2013 Anne Taylor Featured Content, Health 11