Woman, like nature, have been carved into the shapes societal tells them they should fit into, until the natural part of us kicks in and we realize that maybe, we do not have to be so straight, so cut, so small.
If I had a dollar for every time I hear the phrase “boys are intimidated by…” Bitch… I would be a rich, rich woman.
Even though I have since had sex, I’m still learning how to best answer that questions.
Mother Nature is resilient though, and so are women.
Female Friendship at its Finest.
How do I find new intimacy after a breakup?
“A woman you now are,” my mother closed her eyes…
And why women are the same way.
The need for young women to connect with each other is even more prevalent.
Community is at the heart of what feminism is all about.
How Overthinking Ruined My Love Life.
My best friend was the first to know. The bittersweet words felt sour on the ears. She disappeared into her own self-induced shock, paralyzed by the reality of three little words (“Kristie, I’m Bisexual”).
I’m sorry, I should’ve packaged up your ignorance in a neatly wrapped box. A pretty ribbon to heal your embarrassment? A sweet label to explain away your guilt?
Shame feels terrible. Hot sweats. Crawling skin. Unbearable smallness. Shame makes me feel like a little girl, not the grown woman I am.
You both asked me how I’ve been, Good.
if I ever made it to where I wanted to go, I did.
why I left with such certainty. For me.
I got bangs just like my 6-year-old self displayed on picture day.
In my last spring break, I disappeared for a night. While I suspect that this was the second time I’ve been roofied, I’ll probably never know for sure. After waking up in a strange place and returning home, I saw the damage that I believe I had caused--the tears and panic in my mom’s eyes, my boyfriend sitting in the driveway crying as he waited for me to come home. I don’t know what happened that night.
I remember yearning to feel the intrinsic bond every child seems to share with grandparents, But the title “abuelos (grandparents)” did not make them any less of strangers to me. In that moment I thought, maybe, if we had more in common, that connection would instantaneously spark.
I oblige the genesis, lay the loins facedown on the grass, indulge the sun, the fruits,
his throbbing rib, all he lacks— is it all of me?
I hope we together can knock the truth that YOu Is SmaRt, YoU is StroNG, and YoU is BeauTiFuL who don’t need no man into your head.
*Starts playing single lady*
We’d rather talk about him, past, present, future- Than her trauma then, Than her invisibility now, Then her lack of justice ever.
Although I consider myself a feminist, only recently have I began to notice the anti-feminist ways that my friends and I discuss our love lives, or lack thereof, in a college setting.
“No, I’m not interested,” is never that simple. Why do men try to pursue you and then act like you’re trash for not wanting them?
So I say, reclaim the right to be rude! Not being nice all the time doesn’t make you a bad person. Being protective of your space and choosing when and who you want to interact with, is healthy and can be a way of guarding yourself.