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.
4 tips that will help you embrace your yoga body and appreciate its capacity for movement and meditation.