The definition of skinny is “very thin” and is synonymous with words like “scrawny,” “gaunt” and “undernourished.” Since when did “very thin” become a socially acceptable description of a person? Moreover, how in the world did it become a compliment? No, this isn’t a piece geared toward mocking thin people. Rather, I want to get …
The High Holidays are imminent, and I can’t help but think about what has happened to me over this year. It’s crazy to think that all of what I have experienced since last Rosh Hashana came to be because of the decrees that were written on Rosh Hashana and sealed on Yom Kippur. Last Rosh …
The 9 days are upon us. To some, the 9 days are a series of days that frighten us and keep us playing it safe. To some, the 9 days are a time when we try to find learned individuals in an attempt to join in their completion of a section of talmud, for the …
Sometimes instagram can get us down looking at other people’s seemingly-perfect lives, all of the luxury items we can’t afford, vacations we can’t take; it tends to drain us. I’ve discovered a few accounts that do the opposite-they make me feel happy, positive, and recharged. If you’re feeling down, check these profiles out. @Esteezonline At …
I’ve wanted to be a mother since I was a little kid. Though I was the youngest of two, it was assumed by many that I belonged to a large family. I would constantly surround myself with children and babies to tend to. At 18, a doctor told me that I would have extreme difficulty …
I am humbled by the amount of feedback my article on emunah and anxiety has received. I am also a bit saddened by the amount of people who have sent me messages regarding their personal stories. So many mothers, daughters, and sisters who are silently suffering. Unfortunately, there is a stigma attached to anxiety and …
On Tuesday Morning, I posted what some may call a rant on my Instagram account: “Time for some real talk. This picture was taken at 6pm last week. I got out of bed for the first time and got dressed at 4:30pm. I was unmotivated to do anything-eat, work, take care of my family. Nothing. …
“What’s her name?” “Yiddes” “Oh, you mean Yehudis?” “No, I mean Yiddes. It’s like ‘Yiddish’ without the ‘h’.” When I was pregnant, I was convinced I was naming my daughter Batsheva, after Rebbitzen Kanievsky A”H. I even caught myself calling the baby Batsheva a few times. One night, Shmuel asked me what I thought of …
My name is Bari Mitzmann, and I have an anxiety disorder. I have always been a high-strung overachiever. I got stuff done, was always on time, and pushed myself to the limit. It had its benefits, but more often than not, would harm me in the long run. My anxiety has caused back pain, tension …
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