I’m 62 and have never been happier in my entire life (no lie). But I’m starting to get very irritated (no, make that pissed off) about the beauty industry’s latest catchphrase: ageless beauty. Commercials either try to sell me some anti-aging cream to erase my wrinkles or tell me I need to wear an age-defying…
The last time I went out to dinner with my parents, we got into what would have been a knock-down drag-out fight except for the fact that we were at a table in a fancy restaurant. It all started when my dad claimed that fat people didn’t have the right to buy nice work pants….
“No,” she said. “No?” I asked looking down at my daughter as she gently pushed away from me. Dammit! I knew the day was coming, but I didn’t realize how painful the actuality of it would be on both my psyche and my body. And there it was, with that simple word and a gentle…
When you’re motherless before your ovaries find their on-switch, and your boobs blow up like two mismatched balloons, you give yourself the sex talk. Along with the assistance of a puberty book you checked out from the school library. The American Girl, “The Care and Keeping of You,” was the most sought-after library book at…
Not to brag, but I have dense fibrous breasts. They have held up over time. However, dense breasts also increase the likelihood of developing cancer. Last year, I found a lump and was ordered to have a mammogram and an ultrasound. It turned out to be a cyst, but they saw other “things” and were like, this is so…
In 2013, on Good Friday, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. Presumably so named because you don’t, don’t, don’t want to get it. There is no known cause; there is no known cure. They only told me to get my “affairs in order” like I was in a 1940’s black and white noir…
I grew up as an only child, so I spent a lot of time alone, and I really, REALLY wanted more friends. “How do people make friends?” “What sort of things does one need to get ahead in the game?” 11-year-old me wondered. Seeing as how I had no friends yet, and no siblings to…
It’s 3:00 am, and I’m waiting for this guy, Jeff maybe? No, Drew! No, that’s not right, let’s call him Shane, after Shane Chen, the inventor of the hoverboard. We’ll call him Shane because he left me with two cringe-worthy memories, one about my breasts, which is coming up shortly, and this one, which I…
Running for Congress in the memory of my late friend Jay Houston Marx was supposed to be a snap. I was invited to speak before a community panel whose focus was keeping their city safe and making it even safer. I had lots of ideas to put forth. Views on approaches to transformational justice, creating…
I stand at a podium on a stage in a room decorated with over 600 clowns of all shapes, sizes, colors, and styles about to give a eulogy to two of my best friends. Yes, two. I cannot believe this is happening to my friends of over ten years. Gone. But they were so fun-loving…
Until she wrote a book on the subject, Elisabeth Dale didn’t know much about her breasts. She created this site so that readers can find the best products, clothing and surgical options—anything and everything related to bras, breast health, and well-being.
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