I'm certainly not going to put my life on hold for him.

I think, when men tell women to lose weight, it's a diversion from their own lack of size in certain areas.

It's hard to be careful, though, when you feel indestructible.

If you believe in love, you're setting yourself up to be disappointed.

What I have yet to see is a real woman choose a younger man because he spent six hours a day at the gym trying to sculpt his abs.

As Im writing, certain things become clear to me and certain things begin to feel right and make sense. The pieces start to fall into place.

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?