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A mouse in a house of catcalls
About Me
- Lisa
- NOVA via Ohio. Wannabe teacher - anthropologist at heart. Engaged. Some food issues. Let's see where this goes.
Sites to See
- Adventures in Wanting
- Bearing, Eating, Being
- Between Living and Existing
- Blogoxygen
- Building Beauty Beyond Body
- Center for College Affordability and Productivity
- Eating with your Anorexic
- ED Bites
- ED Deception
- Every Woman has an Eating Disorder
- I Hate to Weight
- Just Eat It!
- Marine Snow
- Shapely Prose
- Size Ate
- Sunday Confessional
- The F-Word
Blog Archive
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2009
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May
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- Post 400: Big Times
- Dear Readers,
- The Blob
- FAIL
- When it rains
- Won't you be my neighbor?
- Turning my brain back on
- My sister
- Bad body day
- This is just to say
- Get your herr did
- Blank
- If wishes were horses...
- Today's Random
- Slightly icky
- Accomplished
- Momma!
- Promenade
- Omens
- Giving up
- Soggy
- Quagmire
- However far
- Workaday
- TGIF ...
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1 comment:
Yes, yes I know. Just kdding,hehe! No, really, when i saw the title to this post i thought it was something serious like you were signing off for the last time or something so i am relieved.
Regarding your last post: I hate my stomach, too. Sometimes when i am driving around, i have one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand is squeezing and squashing my tummy like some kind of weird stressball or something. Sounds like you have a great man who loves you for you and not your smokin' bod, though, which is good and probably takes some of the pressure off. I have a good husband, too. Once i dated this guy who made me do these super hard situps every night because he didnt want my stomach to get fat- and i was anorexic at the time and um very underweight. But he was a turd. I wonder what he would think of my putty-tummy now after 2 kids and you know what? I really don't care! Love ya!
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