Around a week ago, I made a shopping trip with my mother. Disregarding the fact the entire trip had been undertaken in order to replace jeans I no longer fitted into safely, I had become excessively distraught in deciding whether to take the size 8 -- which was comfortably loose -- or the si . . . (More)

(Bite tally: Gained one on the back left shoulder, left ankle, left lower leg, right forearm, back of neck, and under both arms.)

I look prettier without glasses. But that's because I'm half-blind without them.

Kudos to the cashier at the Bloor-Spadina Shoppers' Drug Mart, who so cleverly double-bagged my emergency grab of Kotex ultra-thins, sufficiently camouflaging the highly indiscreet hot pink packaging -- a lovely touch to the end of what had turned out to be a harrowing journey of agitation and fe . . . (More)

So I stumble down the stairs; my mother is seated at the dinner table, reading back-to-school flyers. As I walk by, I notice her staring at me ... no, at my left breast. Myself: "Uh. Mom? What are you staring at?" I almost let "Something good?" cross my mind. Her: "You need to w . . . (More)

A problem. A couple of days ago, before I left work to go home, I stopped in the ladies' room. After washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror and noticed something odd. I gave a pull to my shirt -- thick, durable cotton -- just to make sure. Yep. My nipples were giving me a standing salute. I st . . . (More)

I know. Some people would love to have my "problem." But hey, if I can't be indulged here, where else can I go ... I'm on the shorter end of 5'6". I teeter on the possibility of 5'5". I weigh, on average, 110 lb. As a result, I'm quite slender, and just about skinny. I can touch my index finger . . . (More)