where do I even begin with my pelvic floor?
They are not just a ceremonial muscular curtain through which babies sometimes pass. They are involved in basically everything we do, everything we think, everything we feel.
'i'm afraid i'll give myself an eating disorder'
where is the line, and did I sail past it?
'husband 'wants' me to drag him to the gym, and i'm tired of his tricks'
why does he do this to me?
as God is my witness, I'll never trip over myself and end up in the hospital again: dealing with injury, part three
'I squatted so badly I gave myself hemorrhoids; how do I go on?'