Am I the only one that feels this way?
So what if I am fat? So what? Every day I am grappling with that question.
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
This is one of the hardest things I’ll ever share: I didn’t fast on Yom Kippur. I know, right? A shanda for the goyim, take...
