Can we be brave enough to listen to the fire in our hearts and bellies that tell us every single moment where we need to go and what we need to do?
I recently bumped into an old acquaintance at the mall who looked me up and down, waggled her eyebrows, gestured at my evident weight gain and asked, “What happened?”
The fight for body acceptance and body positivity cannot just be about an outright removal and ‘banning’ of skinny body types… or any body type. Here’s why.
A guide for slowing down, backtracking and finding the most exquisite joy in the ordinary
I’ve been thinking recently about what it is that beauty even means to me, the vastness of this single word: beauty.
Why the harm goes beyond this one poster and why, beneath all the noise and frenzy, we should listen to what the protestors are trying to say.
Instead of always hankering after having it all, why don’t we try shifting the focus to celebrating what we already do have?
My body’s a lot fleshier now, a little dimpled and wobbly in places. In exchange for all she’s done for me this is nothing to be sad for.
There was a point I decided I would just embrace the flat-chestedness.
I’ll eat whatever the damn hell I want and dress however I feel like. Even if it makes me look like a lemon. Heck, maybe because it makes me look like a lemon. Thank you.