"They look unrecognizable." Not for the first time, my friends and I were having a conversation about GLP-1s, a type of medication that has become widely used for weight loss. As we sat getting ready for my friend's wedding, the general consensus seemed to be that the drug was being overprescribed and was not a long-term solution for losing weight and keeping it off.
My patient Alice began experiencing self-blame in childhood. Her well-intentioned mom put her on diets when she was in her early teens. Even before that, she had started to develop what she eventually called the "self-hatred voice." She vividly remembers when she was ten years old, sitting in the front yard with her legs bent, seeing the inside curvature of her leg and wanting it to be smaller.
I have no clue how to help her because every time I say that she is beautiful, she says I'm only saying that because I'm her mother. She is surrounded by social media images, unrealistic beauty standards and constant comparisons, and I fear that these influences have shaped how she sees herself way more than I ever could. I feel helpless watching her struggle with such intense self-criticism at such a young age.
Wake. If you're lucky, that is morning's first task. Wake. Not rolling over onto your side, not recalling the thoughts that have stayed the night, like a tryst who cannot sense they're meant to leave before light breaks through on the pane. Leave that to phones - light breaking through, remembering everything. Wake - what a herculean task! To wake first, and not check your phone. Everything after that? A form of grace, if you believe in that sort of thing.
Tests were run and I was told it might be a clot. I recognized it as the kind that had killed a friend of mine just the year before. She was my age and also a mom of two. Healthy. Strong. I remember hearing she'd gone to the hospital and thinking, She's tough. I'll see her later this week. She was gone less than 24 hours later.
No visit home for the holidays is complete without at least a few annoying or insensitive comments from your extended family. Often, your family means well when they inquire - yet again! - about your relationship status, your body, your baby plans or what is (or isn't) on your plate or in your glass. Or perhaps they're oblivious to how inappropriate these remarks can be. But that doesn't change the fact that it's exhausting to deal with these same comments year after year.
He told me last night that while he understands that my hairiness does not have any bearing on my value as a human, he is repulsed by how hairy I am, and he cannot help his "subconscious preference for smoothness." I have no idea what the proper course of action here is. Right now, I don't even want to look at him or talk to him. I don't want to start waxing again.
Music has long served as both a mirror and a refuge-reflecting private pain while offering language for experiences that feel unspeakable. Few songs have embodied this dual role as powerfully as Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." Released in 2002, when mainstream pop rarely centered vulnerability or marginalized identities, the song and its music video offered something quietly radical: affirmation without conditions. Psychologically, representation matters because being seen supports emotional regulation and belonging.
Early in Eilish's career, these androgynous looks helped distinguish her from her pop peers. But according to Eilish herself, the oversized 'fits were also a way for her to manage her insecurities. "I was wearing all these baggy clothes, and it was my style, but at the same time, it was how I could feel comfortable in my body and not feel tied to how my body looks," she told in a 2024 interview.
Picture a 12-year-old girl who looked 18, towering over classmates, grappling with a changing body that seemed to have a mind of its own. That girl was me. I was strong, athletic and competitive at a time when female strength was often seen as unfeminine. I remember the sideways glances, the whispers, the constant feeling of not fitting in - not with the girls, not with the boys, not even in my own skin.
"I have heard it all. I've heard every version of it, of what's wrong with me," she said. "And then you fix it, and then it's wrong for different reasons." As co-star Cynthia Erivo nodded supportively, Grande suggested that the "comfortability" people have with speaking about others' looks is "really dangerous" for all parties involved, adding that the "pressure of that noise" has been present since she was 17 but is no longer "welcome" in her life.
I'm Anna Omni, a Latvia-based visual artist and photographer. I focus on creating concept-driven editorial imagery with sculpted light, restrained colour, and clean, minimalist framing. For this project, we partnered with ANTISUPERMODEL Agency to create an editorial, TRAPPED, which explores the feeling of being stuck within circumstances, the body, or the mind. Featuring Anna Korsakova, a petite model, to remind that petite often exposes a quiet cultural script smallness is framed as cute, compliant, or forgettable, and worth is indexed to centimetres.
Movies too have long exploited the idea, most notably in the 1960s and '70s, when a subgenre known as hagsploitation (aka "psycho biddy" horror) breathed new life into the careers of several classic Hollywood stars. Actresses like Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, and Shelley Winters were no longer being offered conventional leading roles. Instead, horror directors began casting them as villains (and occasionally victims), in stories about toxic family relationships and campy crimes of passion.
My sister and I went on a joint diet. She stopped and I didn't. I'm 18. And I'm dragged from school to the hospital. And I'm made to look at myself. [MUSIC PLAYING] I weigh 56 pounds. Do you find you're too skinny? Yes, I am too skinny. But what does it matter? I had turned my body into a project, a revolt against nature Mother nature, my mother. A revolt against womanhood, adulthood. My biggest enemy? Time.
While the holiday season is supposed to be a time of joy, connection, and lots of filling up on delicious holiday dishes, for many people, the pleasures fall short of their hopes. For some people, Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations inspire stress, the pressure to live up to family expectations, and overeating to feed one's emotional pain, along with psychological and/or physical isolation. Parents juggle restless kids in unfamiliar settings, hosts fret over creating "perfect" gatherings, and privacy can be hard to come by.
Body image is learned and can be reshaped with awareness and compassion. Confidence grows when worth is grounded in values rather than appearance. Gratitude for what the body can do quiets criticism and builds connection. As a therapist, I often hear people say, I'll be happier once I lose weight, or I'd feel better if I liked how I look. Yet for most, that finish line keeps moving. True happiness rarely begins in the mirror.
I'm bald, and that bothered me for a long time. It bothered me that I was bothered. But just one swipe down my Instagram feed reveals I'm not the only man who is self-conscious about his hair. I'm greeted with videos and posts offering me hair transplants, regrowth tablets, thickening sprays, powders that fill gaps, and hair systems (once known as wigs or toupees). These products promise to restore my "lost confidence" and stop my lack of hair from "holding back" my life.
I have absolutely ZERO judgment toward anyone using Ozempic or other similar medications. Zero. Just like with plastic surgery or any other personal decision about your body, I believe it's yours to make. If a shot helps you feel healthier and more comfortable in your body, I fully support that. These drugs can be life-changing, and for many people, they are truly transformative.
Growing up, I was lucky enough to have a mom who always built me up. She was good about complimenting me, reminding me to feel confident in myself and however I looked. I struggled with my weight a lot as a young person, flucuating between sizes, and she never once mentioned anything about the size of my body. I feel like she's some kind of magical unicorn considering I grew up in the '90s and early '00s when almond moms were all the rage.
Diane Keaton always knew she didn't fit the mold of the classical beautiful movie star and lamented, before she was even in high school, that the attractive genes in her family had passed on to her two younger sisters. But the Oscar-winning Keaton, who died Saturday at age 79, came to be known as a world-class beauty and a fashion icon in her own way,
In 2011, I had weight loss surgery. It was very successful, and I've managed to keep the weight off. Of course, a lot of people think I took the easy way to lose weight, but surgery is not a miracle cure, just a tool. My current problem is actually keeping my weight up where my doctor (not the weight-loss doctor) wants it.
When I showed the photo to my friend, her reaction left me speechless. She practically threw the phone down and said, What an ugly family! Your mother is ugly and fat, and your father is ugly, too! She continued with more of the same. Other than that, she's a kind and giving friend. I can't get over what she said because I know I'm ugly and I hate being so. But if we were so offensive, why would she be friends with me?
First figure out what exactly is making intimacy difficult. Is it sheer aesthetics? Is your fear that this person is living an unhealthy lifestyle distracting you? What is the real issue here? She is a grown woman who is allowed to care for herself and her body however she sees fit. Through observations, you have made certain inferences, but if you haven't really had conversations with her about her views on what constitutes fitness, you're just supposing that something is awry.
"I've seen a lot of TikToks from older generations sharing their disapproval of the types of dresses they see high school girls wearing for their homecoming dances," she said. "It does crack me up that for some reason, as we get older, I think that people have a tendency of forgetting that they were once them."
One of the first screens you see in Silent Hill f is a smorgasbord of content warnings. And while I largely consider myself to have a pretty high threshold, those warnings should be heeded, as Silent Hill f has one of the most singularly gruesome moments I've ever seen in a video game.
