My lovely, talented, sensitive daughter is about to turn 30 and I think it is about time I stopped hating her guts.
She has Crohn’s Disease and I must admit I have hated her guts. 145 more words
Bringing a scale into my house would be akin to loading the cupboards of a reformed alcoholic with vodka. The temptation to feed my history of number addiction would be strong and may threaten to resurrect my teen obsession with weight-watching. 478 more words