After attending the “Stand With Texas Women” rally in Austin on Monday, I think I have to reconsider my aversion to calling myself a Texas woman. The pro-choice rally, which brought together over 5,000 women, men and children to speak out against the SB5 anti-abortion bill which would shut most abortion clinics in the state, was the first I have ever attended. It will definitely not be the last. Keep reading »
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Listen up, self-loathers and body-snarkers worldwide! If you, like me, often find yourself ruminating on how, if the technology were to exist, you would happily surrender your current body, preserve your same old head, and put this head on a better, cooler body that you prefer, you may just be in luck. I know what you’re thinking — me? Luck? Does not compute. And yet! Sergio Canavero, a neuroscientist at the Turin Advanced Neuromodulation Group (uh-huh), is like, “Yeah, we might be able to do this soon.” New advances in spinal cord surgery indicate that it should now be “technically possible” for one to take pretty much any human head and put it on pretty much any human body with minimal or no paralyzing effects. That said, the study is geared less toward people like me (ahem, the body dysmorphic) and more toward medical patients suffering from spinal cord injuries who might be able to regain mobility thanks to the new technology, which is of course fantastic news — but seriously, if you could have any body, which body would it be? Think of the possibilities. (Also, do not try this at home. I mean, I shouldn’t, right?) [BetaBeat] [Photo of left hemisphere of brain via Shutterstock]
The moment that changed my life was actually pretty anticlimactic.
I took a pregnancy test. Waited the prescribed amount of time. Looked at the result. Threw the test away without really looking at it.
I knew I wasn’t pregnant. I had gotten the Mirena IUD over the summer –- the single most effective form of birth control outside of sterilization. I had packed on the pounds over the past few months, but as a newlywed who had just resumed eating like a sane person after a summer’s worth of dieting, that was to be expected, right?
It was a good 15 minutes or so later that something clicked in my head. I went back to the bathroom and fished the little white plastic pee-stick out of the trash. I stared at the little line across the window. I looked again at the back of the box. Back to the pee stick. Then the box.
It was positive. What? No. No way. There had to be a mistake. Keep reading »
Fallon Fox received a lot of attention and abuse in March after she was forced to come out as a transgender woman. Fallon had been a professional mixed martial arts (MMA) fighter for six years, but as soon as she came out, she was faced with a barrage of transphobic comments, and many people accused her of having an unfair advantage because she was once physically a man. Some argued that she had more testosterone in her body than a cisgender (people who identify with the gender they were assigned at birth) woman. Others claimed that she would have larger or denser bones than a cisgender woman.
These assumptions and accusations do not just apply to Fallon Fox: lots of trans athletes are discriminated against because there’s an assumption that e a trans woman must have some physical advantage over cisgender women — but science says otherwise. In fact, an article on Outsports debunks a couple of these myths.
Last night, Ohio’s Governor John Kasich signed a host of restrictions on abortion into law, which went into effect today. Like other Republicans before him, Governor Kasich placed these legal restrictions on women’s reproductive rights flanked by a bunch of old, white men. Keep reading »
New thing to be afraid of: exploding breast implants! The trauma is not unheard of, but the particular way in which one Beijing woman’s implants combusted just might be. After lying on her stomach for four hours playing a game called Dragon Summon on her phone, the woman experienced severe pain in her chest and went to the hospital. There she found out an implant had ruptured. This is very dangerous because the fluid can drain out into her body.
The implants were obviously of pretty questionable quality if they could not withstand the mere pressure of the woman’s body weight to which they were attached. Unfortunately, this is not the first time and it won’t be the last time that a person is injured from a leaking or ruptured implant. Here’s what we know:
According to a new survey, the average woman still spends an obscene amount of time obsessing about calories and worrying about her weight. Over the course of a 67-year lifespan, we lose about one entire year of our life to thoughts of whether or not you should have that side of french fries and what they might do to your ass. And imagine if you live to be 100. If you still can eat solid foods/care about how your body looks, the lost time would be staggering. These stats are completely unsurprising, but when you really think about it, is worrying about dieting really worth losing an entire year (or more) of your life over? I say NO. Think about all the other things you could be doing with that time: like filibustering or volunteering at an animal shelter or writing a novel. The takeaway of the survey says, “Counting calories is a part of modern day life.” I don’t think we have to accept that. [Daily Mail UK]
Eating disorders are often times associated with specific races, age groups, and even career choices…think white teenage actress/models. But the truth is that eating disorders do not discriminate. According to the National Eating Disorder Association, 10 million American women suffer from eating disorders. This is not a Black v. White epidemic, and it certainly does not only apply to those experiencing puberty. When the University of North Carolina’s Eating Disorders Program was initially designed in 2003 they expected most of their patients to be adolescents, however today they report that 50 percent of their patients are over 30-years-old. Read more on Hello Beautiful…
I suffer from a condition that I refer to as “hanger.” When I go too long without eating, something happens to me, beyond my control, not unlike Bruce Banner when he turns into the The Hulk. (I had to Google the name of The Hulk’s alter ego, by the way. Don’t mistake me for a person who knows anything about comic books.) When I’m really hungry, I start to change.
First, I get a headache, but it’s a specific kind of headache that feels like giant hands are squeezing my forehead. Next comes the stomach growling. All normal signs of hunger, I suppose. But once the stomach growling runs its course, I go rogue, turning into a raging savagely bitchy beast capable of evil. I get laser focused on where food is coming from and how soon it’s going to be in my mouth. I don’t care what food it is. Anyone around me at that time should take cover, because should you stand between me and the meal I so desperately need to consume, you shall feel my wrath. (A big “I’m sorry” to anyone who has ever dated me, because you’ve seen the worst of this and I truly regret it.) Normally a calm and peaceful being, in a fit of hanger, I’m liable to slam doors, hurl insults or break down in tears over nothing. It’s like all of my impulse control shuts down. And if you suffer from this affliction yourself, I’m very sorry. Keep reading »
Do you have anxiety? You’re in good company. According to the National Institute of Mental Health, there’s around 40 million people dealing with anxiety disorders in the U.S. alone. That’s a lot of friggin’ people — and I happen to be one of them.
Anxiety is something I live with and manage every day of my life. Most of the time, because I’ve figured out how to manage it in a way that makes sense for me, living on the anxiety spectrum makes me a sensitive, thoughtful and occasionally high-strung person. Sometimes it can really suck, but it’s my reality, so c’est la vie or something. I first developed anxiety when I was graduating from college, which I imagine is fairly typical. You’re birthing yourself into the Real And Terrifying World and there’s so much to think about. My anxiety manifested as insomnia, but, like, a particular kind of insomnia. Every time I would be on the verge of falling asleep, I’d have anxiety about falling asleep, which would wake me up. Awful. That went on for three months before I finally said fuck it and went to student health, where I was diagnosed as having an anxiety disorder. Whoops! Keep reading »