I don’t know that I’ve ever really trusted doctors.
My mother, a nurse as long as I’ve known her, tried to teach me to advocate for myself. She told me to ask questions, to do my own research, to know what I was getting myself into, and to remember that those men — because they were always men — were not omnipotent gods, but fallible humans just like her, just like me, just like you. They just happened to also be the gatekeepers of adequate health.
Dating as a polyamorous woman brings with it a lifetime’s worth of misconceptions and jealousies. Add a few extra layers of fat to that experience, and things can get depressing real fast. As a non-single, fat, polyamorous woman, I can’t tell you how often I’ve been questioned about my confidence, self-worth, who I am, and why I’m into what I’m into.
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It seems that everyone has an opinion about how to parent other people’s kids, especially when it comes to the milk debates. Human or formula? Suckled or pumped? Until six months or three years? Mom’s breast or her best friend’s? Read More