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Mirror, Mirror: I Am Sexier As A Mom

Mirror, Mirror: Daughter
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How Kate wants her daughter to look. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Rules
Kate comes up with better beauty rules. Read More »
Mirror,Mirror: My Belly
Kate wants you to touch her belly. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: I Am Sexier As A Mom

I figured that after I had a baby my body would be like a soldier after war, with the proud, annoying battle scars that have a good story but don’t dress up well. A few things went differently than expected:

  1. I had a real baby, which is sort of impossible to imagine beforehand and sort of trumps everything else.
  2. I didn’t stop caring about the way I looked (this isn’t a story with a moral or something), but I was really busy caring a lot about other things.
  3. I looked surprisingly great.

No one ever talks about how you might feel sexy and beautiful after you have a baby. They talk a lot about how you might feel shitty and floppy and bad and you might have to work really hard to look good again and your belly might never ever be the same and the goal should be for everything to be the same as it was because that was so much better. It’s stressful, being pregnant and being yelled at by all of the headlines about pregnancy “YOU NEED TO START THINKING ABOUT HOW BAD YOU WILL LOOK AFTER YOU GIVE BIRTH!” Keep reading »

Mirror, Mirror: Being Thin Doesn’t Spare You From Body Snarking

Stop "Fat Talk"
Seven ways to stop yourself from engaging in "fat talk." Read More »
Mirror Mirror: Thin Women
Why thin women shouldn't be excluded from talking about body image. Read More »
Bikini Body Truths
Bikini Body
Six "bikini body" truths to remember this summer. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Being Thin Is Not A Cure For Body Snarking

When I was a chubby nine-year-old, I worked up the nerve to ask my crush to “go out” with me. Well, I didn’t ask him. I sent of my friends to do it for me. That’s bravery, fifth grade style. They came back from the monkey bars looking cagey. I was hyperventilating. “Well!?” I asked, hopefully.

“Um … he said no –” my friend said gently. “Because you’re too fat!” the other interjected.

Obviously, I was devastated. But these things happen when you’re a kid. Children say the meanest shit. It’s a fact of life. From that moment on though, I began the long process of trying to never feel fat again. Let me tell you, that’s a losing battle. The feeling fat part, not the being fat.

By the time I was 13, I had shed the baby weight. Puberty and healthier eating habits helped with that. At 34, I would say I still carry around the mental weight. I’m 5′ 6″, 125, fit and healthy, but I have days when I look in the mirror and think I’m fat. It’s not like body dysmorphic disorder where I think I look fat. I know I don’t actually look fat, it’s more of an internal feeling. If I had a bad day, or did something that I perceive as negative, my go-to insult is to call myself FAT. You’re fat. And the crazy thing is that the insult has disassociated itself from weight, and even my physical body. It’s become a state of mind synonymous with negative feelings or poor self-esteem. Fat is bad, even though, intellectually, I know this isn’t a statement of fact. On bad days, I’m in a fat state of mind. Keep reading »

Mirror, Mirror: Why You Should Take More Selfies

Mirror, Mirror: Daughter
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How Kate wants her daughter to look. Read More »
Soapbox: Crotch Selfie
The Soapbox: In Defense Of The Crotch Selfie
This woman believes in crotch selfies. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Photo
That picture is lying! You look great. Read More »
Why You Should Take More Selfies

I am trying to be a little more organized, since I’m going to have a baby in about five minutes, and in honor of this effort, I sat down to weed through the old photos on my computer. Apparently, I used to take a lot of selfies (before they were known as selfies). You know, back in college, when I had more time on my hands. And before college, when I would just sit around in my room in front of the long mirror some evenings, wearing a thrift-store gown or the new shirt I thought was the coolest thing ever, or occasionally nothing at all, and snap about, say, two million photos.

And then I guess I grew up and didn’t have so much time and most of the pictures of me began to be taken by other people. So there are a lot less of them. And also, I discovered: they are a lot less flattering. Keep reading »

Mirror, Mirror: The Family Beauty

Mirror, Mirror: Food
Mirror, Mirror: Permission To Eat
Kate asks why we feel we need permission to eat. Read More »
Mirror Mirror: Age 65
How Kate wants to be when she's 65. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: "Ugly"
What if someone calls you ugly? Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: The Family Beauty

My husband’s grandmother looked like a movie star when she was young. You should see the pictures! There’s one of her perched on a rock in her bathing suit, and it looks like she was posed there by a famous photographer. Everyone always comments on it. “Wow!” we say, “You were such a beauty!” And she sort of chuckles and looks away.

The story goes—she got selected as the prettiest girl at the local fair. I always imagine a dour panel of older male judges, shuffling through the cotton-candy eating crowd, hands behind their backs, in gray linen suits, sizing up the young women, looking for the prettiest one. They must have known immediately, when they saw her. Maybe she was laughing with her head thrown back, her hair lustrous in the sun.

“She was so beautiful!” we exclaim, looking over the old photos. Now she’s 95—a pert, tiny, stooped woman with a ready grin who thought Obama was cool long before the rest of us knew his name. She laughs a lot, reads a lot, and grows a wild garden in her backyard. Keep reading »

Mirror, Mirror: Permission To Eat

Mirror, Mirror: Daughter
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How Kate wants her daughter to look. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Carbs
Is Kate the only person who still eats carbs? Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Right Now!
Why you should love the way you look right now! Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Permission To Eat

I eat my secret cookies in the middle of the night. There is something clandestine, furtive about my stealthy trip to the kitchen, long after the world has gone to sleep. I am mostly asleep myself, I reason. This is hardly even happening. I can’t help it, it’s not my fault, I don’t even know what I am doing. These cookies don’t even count!

There is evidence in the morning — a cookie or two missing. We won’t speak of it. Who can remember what happened during the dead stretch between the dregs of the night and the pale creep of dawn? I can’t!

But wait a second.

What is really wrong with eating a cookie or two? What makes it an act of quiet self-deception? What about it requires sneaking?

I’ll be blunt. I mean, that’s why I’m writing this — to be blunt and confessional for a moment because I think that’s really the only way to address this sort of thing.

In my head, there is this eternal, infernal, absolutely obnoxious connection between food and failure. And you may find this next statement ridiculous, but: I think I’m actually pretty healthy about food. Keep reading »

Mirror, Mirror: How I Want My Daughter To Look

Mirror, Mirror: Pregnancy
Kate discusses how being pregnant has affected her body image. Read More »
Mirror Mirror: Age 65
How Kate wants to be when she's 65. Read More »
Mirror, Mirror: Ugly
What if someone calls you ugly? Read More »
mirror mirror how i want my daughter to look

I was so sure I was having a boy. I’d even given my baby a boy name, and I talked to my belly and told him he was a great son. A strong, noble, excellent son. People said, “A mother knows…” and nodded along with me.

Not this mother. Apparently, this mother doesn’t know shit.

“Can you tell if he’s a boy or a girl?” I asked the sonographer at the 20 week ultrasound, just to be sure.

She bit her lip and tried not to smile. “Oh yes. I can tell.”

He was a girl. She had always been a girl. I burst into overwhelmed tears. And then something shameful happened. Instead of being fully happy, the way every new mother is supposed to, I was worried. I was worried that she would look like me. Keep reading »

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