A study that appears in a new pop psychology book sounds too terrible for its findings to be real – because it is.
“We think of boosts to self-esteem as analogous to sugar: tasty but not nutritious.”
Because apparently thinking you're going to die on a rollercoaster is the fastest way to get into the festive spirit. And makes for a good date.
The gym is an anxious person's nightmare.
I never thought I’d be able to find a job that worked for me, but being an escort allows me to work around my health issues.
I don't practice meditation to become more enlightened. I do it to massage certain qualities within myself that make it difficult for me to live on Earth.
In the age of body positivity, how did my friends and I go from discussing thigh gaps as kids to electing surgery a decade later?
The giantess fetish mostly involves submissive men getting off to the idea of being crushed or eaten alive by destructive, sky-scraper sized women.
Fielding fetish requests actually helped me love myself more.
I take solace in the realization that the river of haterade is going to flow no matter what.
If I recognize everything that could possibly be wrong with me in every situation, I won't be caught off guard if someone else sees it.
"You are the hero of your own personal Dungeons and Dragons campaign. You are powerful!"