
Back to School with Type 1 Diabetes
Stacey Simms from Diabetes Connections tells us what moms have to worry about when it’s time for back to school for kids with type 1 diabetes.

Stacey Simms from Diabetes Connections tells us what moms have to worry about when it’s time for back to school for kids with type 1 diabetes.

If doing anything “regular” people do while fat is brave, then that means there is something shameful about being fat.

Because, I know this is horrible, but… if you aren’t teaching your kids those things, you’re probably raising an a**hole.

Summer can be brutally hot. In fact, over the last couple days here

I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”

The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.

I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself,” is one of my favorite pieces

Like many people, I enjoy a good cooking show from time to time.

I wish I would have known more about postpartum depression then. I wish I would have tried harder to be a better friend to her. I remember the friends in our circle shunning her for her behavior.

Stacey Simms from Diabetes Connections tells us what moms have to worry about when it’s time for back to school for kids with type 1 diabetes.

If doing anything “regular” people do while fat is brave, then that means there is something shameful about being fat.

Because, I know this is horrible, but… if you aren’t teaching your kids those things, you’re probably raising an a**hole.

Summer can be brutally hot. In fact, over the last couple days here

I remembered that Isla’s still three years old. And so, I met her where she was. “Listen to me anyway,” I said. “Because I’m your mother.”

The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.

I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself,” is one of my favorite pieces

Like many people, I enjoy a good cooking show from time to time.

I wish I would have known more about postpartum depression then. I wish I would have tried harder to be a better friend to her. I remember the friends in our circle shunning her for her behavior.