I live in West L.A., and it seems that somewhere hidden beyond the city’s limits, there are factories churning out supremely attractive women of all ages
Given the power of social media and how the health and fitness industry has flourished through accounts and feeds, it is easy to miss out on some of the positive and valuable changes that the pursuit of health has given us.
The thing about the wars against ourselves is that winning isn’t succeeding, but surrendering.
I know, every time I step into the gym, that in an hour, I’m gonna be hurting. I don’t know where I will hurt until I read the workout boards, but there is a sense of calm in knowing that whatever else happens today, this will likely be the worst, and the best of it.
You’re not pregnant!!! Even if you haven’t been laid in a while, it’s a relief to know that some miraculous Jesus baby conception didn’t happen.
I have spent a lot of time – probably too much time – opening up to men in recent months.
According to Sir Mix-A-Lot, if you don’t got buns, his anaconda don’t want none. As a woman who definitely does not have “back,” this always sort of made me feel left out.
The overall societal sexualization of women, to me, is fascinating.
But the body positive manifesto feels more like a curvy-is-best rather than skinny-curvy-and-everything-in-between campaign.
Granny panties as a trend.