I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting at ten years old. I remember fantasizing about how different my life would be once I lost fifteen pounds. I dreamt of the cute boy giving me a Valentine, getting the lead in the school play and making the A-team in soccer.
Unfortunately, I was never the girl who could stick to a diet. For the next fifteen years I’d set reasonable goals and choose a diet, only to find myself in a threesome with Ben and Jerry just six hours into it.
Recently, Darling magazine contributor and journalist Stephanie May wrote a beautiful article about love, vulnerability and making ourselves known. In discussing the world of dating, she talked about the scary corners we enter into when the illusions of romanticism fade into the background and we