“Are you going to let the shame of imperfection keep you quiet or in your shoes?” It was the thought I just had about two separate yet connected occurrences. I was taking part in a drum circle and we were told to keep a steady hushed beat. Stepping in for solos when and if we… More What it Means to Love Yourself
I had an interesting exchange with my godsister yesterday. I sent her a photo of an outfit I was wearing and she commented that she loved the outfit and that I was looking skinny. I told her no I wasn’t, it was a facade and she said “ugh okay whatever” obviously annoyed at my inability to… More Skinny is not a compliment and Social Justice is exhausting
Once upon a time arguably one of the worst yet socially acceptable things I could have been called was the nword. Then of course, if I were a lesbian I would have been a dyke. That was the worst. But now that we’re an evolved, post-racial love is love America (tongue firmly in cheek), fat… More Fat is the new Black
I don’t know who she is but I’ve wanted to be her. I don’t know if her life is good. If she’s loved. If she’s funny. If she has a best friend who will rub her back when she cries. I don’t know if she has a gap in her front teeth or wirey hair.… More The Bluest Eye. The smallest waist.
Dear Fat Girls, You are not, nor will you ever be Beyoncè. Stop torturing yourself with the unfair comparisons to her, or any other celebrity who’s body you covet. She is beautiful, but so are you. Stop reading magazine after magazine, book after book, and blog after blog on How to Lose Weight. You know… More A Letter to Fat Girls
It hit me last night that sometimes we are I am afraid to say what I want out loud because once its out I am universally held accountable. Someone will inevitably hear me and remember when whatever I have claimed does not come to pass. Mags once told me that I have the craziest fortune… More 100 fears