Me at 18
Sometime last week, I was walking with my boyfriend around town on a warm, sunny day. A large truck passed by us, and I glanced at it for a second, and turned back. I did a double-take, because I noticed that this truck happened to have my rapist’s last name on it. (more…)
Like many women, I have had a love/hate relationship with my body for years. I’ve written before about having an eating disorder, as well as partaking in disorderly eating (the two are somewhat different, in my opinion), and lately I’ve been noticing some disordered eating habits from my past return, as well as the general violence I inflict upon myself through my negative self-talk. It’s all very troubling to me, because I (and others) see myself as this super strong feminist woman. And that’s the thing… my feminism is about not giving a shit; not caring what others think; not bowing down to societal mainstream culture that tells me I must be a size 2 to be worthy of love. Thus, I feel like a feminist fraud when I have these feelings of self-doubt and low self-esteem. (more…)
I’ve been unemployed since early January. I’m receiving Unemployment benefits and have recently applied for Food Stamps. I practice yoga every day. It all doesn’t sound so bad, but life is becoming pretty isolating. (more…)
(Names have been changed to protect the guilty)
My most profound girlship began in 8th grade. It was really more of a girl gang–there were four of us: Jessica, Jenny, and Claire. We were inseparable. Three of us even started a band together later that year called, The Aviators–Claire acted as our “manager.” (more…)
Suzanne Farrell
I used to think there was one type of female beauty: the ballet aesthetic. (more…)
