I am flawed. I am beautifully flawed and I am okay if you see the marks and scars on my face and the stretch marks on my body because my humanity is beautiful.
As much as I do love daydreaming and mindlessly pinning away the details of my dream wedding on Pinterest, there is this notion out there that always leaves me wanting…why does the perfect love story require finding your other half? Why does a person have to complete you?
As a young college-aged woman, I find that the majority of my peers do not understand what it actually means to be a feminist. Because obviously being a feminist means you burn your bras and hate men right?