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Mommy Loves Her “Princess Boy” Who Likes To Wear Girls’ Clothes

This is the sweetest story: this little boy likes to wear princess clothes and that’s just fine with his mom. Cheryl Kilodavis has written a children’s book called My Princess Boy about how it’s OK for boys, like her son Dyson, to enjoy pretty dresses. It warms my dark, craggy heart. Some moms are the best. [My Princess Boy via Colorlines] Keep reading »

Astronomical Kid Doesn’t Want You Looking At His Mom

On the one hand: an adorable child rapper spitting rhymes about how guys need to stop checking out his hot mom. On the other: it’s slightly weird/creepy that a 12-year-old is admonishing a bunch of grown-ass men for gawking at his mother. You decide. [Astronomical Kid] Keep reading »

What’s One Question You’ve Always Wanted To Ask Your Mom?

Moms are often the keepers’ of family wisdom, the family archivists and key family storytellers. Moms are also often chock-full of secrets. That’s why you should try and take advantage of your mother’s sage words and ask her everything you can.

The folks over at Real Simple came up with a handy list of must-ask questions Keep reading »

Girl Talk: My Mom Wants Me To Lose Weight

It had been a bleak year. I started taking anti-depressants and was slowly putting on weight, as the side effects had warned. This alone was not a problem: guys always told me I was a little too skinny and that I had a bony butt, so I actually enjoyed having a juicy badonkadonk for the first time in my life. But as I packed on more pounds on my slender frame, my clothes stopped fitting. J.Crew skinny jeans? Couldn’t wear ‘em anymore. Vintage mini-dress? So tight it ripped. Silk blouse? My upper arms no longer fit without gnarly pit stains. I had to chuck tons of panties that now squeezed uncomfortably around my new butt. Not surprisingly, I started to get a little neurotic (and vain) and seriously considered ditching my happy pills in the hopes that I’d get my zippy ol’ metabolism back.

Then my 26th birthday arrived. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip and left a birthday present waiting for me on our bed. I ripped the paper off and saw a box from one of New York City’s fanciest lingerie stores: inside was an adorable black and pink bra and panties set from Betsey Johnson. He did his sizing-homework in advance: the panties fit my rotund butt, the bra did not pinch my shoulders. And something immediately clicked: I am attractive no matter what size I wear. Sexy lingerie comes in all sizes! I realized I didn’t have to fit into my existing clothes to be sexy; I could still look sexy in sizes that fit me properly.

These days, I’m OK with my weight. But there’s one person who’s not — my mom. Keep reading »

Dear Wendy: “My Boyfriend’s Jealous Of My Relationship With My Mother”

I’m 27 years old and for as long as I’ve been dating, my mom has always gotten in the middle of my relationships. I should preface this by saying that we are very close, I am her only child, and I love her dearly, but this has been a continual problem. She either hates who I am dating (and sometimes with reason) or at the very least creates an “us against him” policy. Recently I moved from my hometown to beautiful Hawaii, and shortly afterward, I met a wonderful guy I started dating. The problem is my parents have a vacation home nearby and my mom came to visit four months ago and hasn’t left, and it’s really beginning to affect my relationship with my boyfriend. She actually likes him, so I thought I was in the clear, but it turns out my boyfriend is jealous of the amount of time I spend with my mom. When he and I began dating, I warned him that this has always been an issue, and he swore he would be supportive, but there’s definitely tension between us. My question is: is it fair for him to get upset about how much time I spend with her? And how can I establish healthy boundaries with my mother once and for all? I love spending time with her, but I also sense our relationship is not healthy because of the guilt I feel. — Mommy Issues

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I Have Severe Scoliosis, Just Like My Mom

“Beautiful sisters,” the barista complimented, handing us our matching black coffees.

“She’s my mother,” I corrected, smiling at her deep blue eyes, vanilla-colored hair and tiny frame. I loved when people thought I looked like her.

“Good genes,” he said.

He couldn’t see the long ragged scar hidden beneath her sundress, the splinters along my own hips, or the secret pain we shared with just each other. Keep reading »

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