“Lisa, how do you want people to approach the fact that you look different? What exactly would you like people to do or say when they meet you and are… Read more How To Avoid Catching Foot-in-Mouth Disease →
“Please stop writing posts that revolve around how bad you think you look!” “You’re choosing the very worst pictures of yourself to post. It’s like you’re purposely trying to make… Read more Love Goggles →
When I was younger (like last week), I used to look at beautiful females and imagine they were coasting through life without a care in the world. When you look… Read more Deconstructing the “Pretty Girl” Myth →
I remember being so curious about your condition in high school, but too sheepish to ask you. You inspired many investigative diagnostic queries into my mother’s medical texts, and as… Read more My Advice to Parents of Atypical Children →
How Dark Humor Helps Me Through Dark Times “Since you killed Dad today, I’ll buy the pie.” I uttered those precise words to my sister, Heidi, on December 1, 2013.… Read more Take A Tragic Moment, Sprinkle Some Humor, and Shake Vigorously →
UGH! My Daughter Wants UGGS! “Mom, can I get a pair of UGGS? I’ve never had a pair in my whole life.” Should I alert the media? My daughter… Read more Confessions of a Conflicted Black Friday Shopper →
A polka dot scrunchy, white tight rolled Guess jeans, a black tee shirt with the sleeves carefully rolled to reveal the contrasting white tee shirt underneath, white socks… Read more Tales Of A Gym Class Freak →
There is something bizarre about all of us. In our own way, we are all concealing our oddities. Most of us get to choose when and to whom we reveal these peculiar dimensions of ourselves. I can hardly remember a time when I had the luxury of choosing. Regardless of whether I want to expose my abnormalities to the world, my physical appearance spills the beans. Warning: I am about to reveal what my body truly looks like without the benefit of clothing (gasp). Don’t worry, there are no nude… Read more Now That I’ve Come Out Of The Scleroderma Closet, I’ll Get Back In and Put Some Clothes On! →
