For many years, January was a numbers game and a dream weaver: the first day and month of the new year, the diet, the workout, the plan. The first day of the new me! In a few months, I’d be
Last week, Weight Watchers launched a new diet program for children called Kurbo by WW. The news made my body tense with memories and rage and made my heart race with anxiety. I immediately thought,
I couldn’t see what dieting cost me until I stopped for good. No, I was never on a life-threatening diet. But I was on so many, for so long, that my life got hollowed as if by termites, and my grasp on sovereignty became weak as a butterfly. I’ve dieted through every season of my life—which is to say…
In the final weeks before my wedding, my sister and I made swirling, meticulous lists, arrows zooming from task to subtask; we took afternoon naps when exhaustion won; we cried; laughed; worried about…
In moments of quiet — moments I might use for serenity, to smell the scents and see the colors of the world around me — I grab my phone and tap the icon, a plain blue square with a friendly white “f” just slightly off center. Behold: my friends. I’m idle, but they are busy. They are…
The most important question Ferguson asks isn’t whether cops are good or bad. It isn’t even whether Wilson was afraid “enough” to justify killing. It’s why black boys and men make so many people…