You may or may not be familiar with this word. If you aren’t, that’s probably a good thing.
Merriam-Webster defines it as: pathological preoccupation with an imagined or slight physical defect of one’s body to the point of causing significant stress or behavioral impairment in several areas (such as work and personal relationships).
Dictionary reference simply states: a mental disorder characterized by distorted body image and obsessions about perceived physical shortcomings.
Okay, hold on to your socks as this will be a HUGE surprise to you, but I have a bit of a body dysmorphia problem.
I know – me? Mr. Sanity?
(Source: The Bliss Project)
When I look in the mirror I see flabby jowls, skinny arms, chest, and calves and an almost pregnant looking abdomen.
Continue reading Dysmorphia: why don’t I see what you see?
This is part 6 of a 7-part series on same-sex attraction
For part 1, click here
For series summary, click here
At the end of 2013, on a Friday afternoon, Judge Robert Shelby ruled in Kitchen v. Herbert that barring same-sex marriage was unconstitutional in Utah.
The timing was certainly interesting, to say the least. To presume that it was just a coincidence that it was too late in the day, and before a weekend, and during the holidays – all of which made it much more difficult for the opposing side to react to, would be naïve.
Continue reading Why is the marriage debate such an emotional one?
We were visiting with some good friends about a week or so ago. She has been fighting a pretty tough battle with leukemia for years. Gratefully, things right now are looking positive. Probably better than they have in a long time.
She talked about trying to reclaim a bit of her life by reintroducing activities long ago forgotten. One is riding a bike. Her plan is to set the bike up in the house on a stand to work her way up to embarking in the great outdoors.
The conversation worked around to the subject of disability. I was kind of surprised to hear her express a concern that I have been fighting for a long time. She mentioned that while on disability she feels guilty if she ever has a good day, or feels better and closer to normal than not.
First of all, I have always felt like I must be a lazy person if I’m on disability. Secondly, if I have a day when I don’t feel rotten, then I think I had better get back to work – and quickly.
But of course then the next day comes and I kind of hit my head in a “Duh, this is why we’re on the disability.”
It brings up an interesting dilemma. Continue reading Battling being between