When I was a little girl, we were on a family trip to Mexico, and my mother read Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books out loud to us every night before we went to bed. Clamoring for more, we would force her to read for hours, enthralled by the magical story and, for the first [...]
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There are very few words for how much I loved this interview. I wanted to share it with you here, as it represents so much of my own worldview, and in light of recent events it becomes only more and more important that we support children in feeling safe and allowing them to feel love [...]
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This week I am grateful that I am loved and accepted exactly the way that I am. It has been my experience that this kind of love is revolutionary. It has the power to move mountains, and make miracles happen. This kind of love is dual fold – it is the love that you feel [...]
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I was seven when my parent separated. They moved into separate parts of the house, then across the street from one another, and then ultimately, got divorced. Then they moved on, and began dating other people. My father had a series of girlfriends, some of whom lived with us and some that had other children. [...]
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I’m not a big fan of using quotation marks excessively, but as I’ve been thinking about this post all day, several thought have occured to me. I meant this to be a post geared towards women who fall outside of the increasingly small sociocultural window of acceptable body weight. I was thinking of girls who [...]
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When I was fourteen I became sexually active. Then, my desire for sexual intimacy spawned out of my perpetual need for personal validation. I was fat. I was scared. And the role models that I most aspired to be were those who were charismatic and provacative, with anyone and everyone falling at their feet. I [...]
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Now. I love maker’s mark. I mean, I’m not a big drinker. But, if I’m feeling particularly wild, I like few things more than a shot or two of maker’s mark. Because – drinking all that soda is bad for you right? Right. So, no need for a chaser. Also, it makes me feel tough, [...]
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! Mail!! Now, I get very little feedback on this blog, so usually I feel like a body-image-improving lone ranger sending messages of love and patience into the abyss of the internets. BUT. I do have this awesome little site stats calculator, so I do know that you’re out there. I also have a google [...]
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I mean, really, EVERY TIME I think that my heart has broken for the VERY LAST TIME, someone new tells me gay people shouldn’t get married. And to think, last night I went to bed smiling, thinking I was just in New York and they tooooootally love gay people. Turns out today is not the [...]
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I feel the need to elaborate on the point that I understand the unfeminist-y generalizations that I expounded in my letter. Clearly, not every little girl grows up wanting to wear a white dress and get married in such a traditional way, however, this little girl did, and today its with this little girl in [...]
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