The casualties: women who, at best suffer from a neurotic obsession with a certain square foot of their bodies and, at worst, are directly impacted by the sexual violence that this visual dismemberment empowers.
“I just don’t see color!”
Fall in love as often as you can. Fall in love with songs, with books, with places, and fall in love with people. But above all, fall in love with yourself.
Where I round up the most inspiring editorials of the week.
We’re all just human beings. The only difference between you and them is the amount of acknowledgement they get from society. But then again, that isn’t beauty. That is just approval.
A healthy relationship with social media that doesn’t involve getting into Twitter fights, posting endless selfies, or stressing over how many likes something got in the past hour.
What tastes as good as skinny feels?
“Men were children. You had to humor them. They could take no hurt. It was a thing every woman knew.”
“But — what?” you’re probably thinking, “Don’t roll up my sleeves? That goes against everything my mother has ever taught me.” To which I say: Yes. That is precisely my point.
Having a pussy is not an excuse to act poorly.