for strength, for guidance, for grace...
I was recently questioning my existence. You know, those existential crises that pop up from time to time? I tried to think of the purpose for, basically, everything. What I realized, though, was that none of that needed to matter so long as I clung on to the brilliance in life.
As I contemplated that further, a trend quickly became apparent. Many of the beautiful aspects of my life have been women—women who taught me how to love, how to be strong, how to be kind, how to be myself.
There are many women who are important to me who I could not include. But, I hope this pays tribute to the phenomenal and strong women who happened to have been in my life. More so, I hope this reminds everyone of the women in their lives who have proven to be role models of strength.
My grandmothers. My mother. My sister. My role model. My inspiration.
A cousin who has shown me that hope, love, and resilience mean more than anything else and help reveal the beautiful. Even while she is going through hardship, she remains positive because, as she reminds me, all of the joys, all of the victories, all of the love matters. She has little idea of how much I look to her for strength, and how she has inspired me to go after my passions.
A role model and a friend who, despite what she has gone through, has never failed to make me smile. Without knowing it, she has become a guiding light in my life, helping me navigate my poetry, my experiences, and my identity. I turn to her and to her words more often than I can count (and more often than she knows).
A sister who, despite getting under my skin, I could never, ever, ever live without. I don’t think I’ve loved anyone quite the same. Her intellect pushes me beyond what I thought I could ever do. She is my biggest supporter and my best friend, and has been with me through the hardest times of my life.
My abuela who sacrificed everything for her children, who remained strong amidst true crisis after crisis. I only hope that my life can be a fraction of what hers was, filled with love and pain but always, always, always strength. She reminded me that stumbling caterpillars become fluttering, beautiful butterflies
My Oma who fills my life with joy and love, who reminds me to love others and the earth more than you think possible. Like my abuela, she sacrificed everything with strength for her children. She has always been a figure of strength in my life, inspiring me to love and to follow in my passions. I love apple trees and sunsets because of her.
My mother who pretends to not cry sometimes for my benefit, who gave me more in life than anyone and who I owe everything good in my life. She’s the one who kept those popsicle stick masterpieces, who stayed up for nights on end when I used to be scared of the monster in my bathroom, who hugs me when there’s pain. She is beautiful and is the epitome of strength. She has allowed me to forge my own path in life and while she has always been the person I cling to, she has constantly urged me to live life for myself. To stop being afraid. To go after what I want. And to be good, to always, always, be a good person.
I am grateful as there is no shortage of strong women in my life, and I want to thank them all.
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I decided to visually depict the absurd and problematic thinking behind the phrases and words used today that need to be erased from our language.
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“It’s up to us to teach young girls and even ourselves that being a girl is ok. In fact, it’s great! Be the best girl or womxn you can be and be a role model for others who might be afraid to be themselves.”
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A poetry series on the growth past the impeding efforts of society to restrict a woman’s progress.
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With ride-sharing apps developing an established presence all over the world, some innovators are seeking to ensure that women are both safe and comfortable when using the service.
But over time, I realized that it wasn’t about appearance or pleasing others, it was about feeling good in what I was wearing—even, and sometimes especially, if no one could see it.
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A lot of my artwork focuses expressing thoughts that I've absorbed in feminist movement building spaces in Chile and Argentina. Abort Like Animals was a chant that Chilean feminists came up with, at a protest I participated in.
“So you can’t even eat pasta ?”
To be a woman
Is a political statement
What better way to move away from the couch and computer screen than to move to a slightly different side of the couch with a good book?!
At first I thought I was just lonely. I felt like I wanted someone in my life, but I also felt like I didn’t have time to properly nurture any budding developments, which led to spirals of anxiety about wasted youth.
One lie that we have always been told is that acne is part of some “geeky pre-cool phase” you need to go through in order to GLO-up
This poem serves to put words to a common feeling among underestimated young women, who are too often mistaken as weak and feeble when they really contain powers much stronger than physical size.
When all kinds of people write stories meaningful to them, with characters that represent more than dominant voices in society, literature has the potential to unleash a new era of understanding.
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.
Defensiveness, anger and embarrassment: the negative reactions when one is catcalled.
Many people see bisexuals as overtly sexual, untrustful, unable to make a decision or not gay enough, inappropriate for children. It is therefore incredibly important for bisexual representation to debunk those rumors.
As much as I love summer nights and longer days, there’s one aspect in particular that I don’t look forward to: shorts.
I’ve always struggled with accepting my body and truly loving myself, which made shopping for clothes both my favorite and most dreaded activity.
If you follow or support any educators or activists for the causes you’re passionate about, it’s important to be vocal and informed about how you support them.
Caption This: I Unfollowed Half My Instagram Feed
If I had a dollar for every time I hear the phrase “boys are intimidated by…” Bitch… I would be a rich, rich woman.
…It follows women wherever we are, wherever we go. It’s the looming presence over the shoulder at the grocery store, or down a dark alley, or pumping gas.
What upset me was that the same fashion media outlets and influencers who will don a $710 “feminist” t-shirt or wear a pin at Fashion Week in support of Planned Parenthood were also reluctant to acknowledge the well-documented complexities of an industry icon
I see self portraiture is a revolutionary act of self love.
Author: Olivia Jimenez
Olivia Jimenez is twenty years old from Miami, Florida. She is a student at Georgetown University where she is studying English and Psychology with a minor in Film and Media Studies. In her free time, you can find her watching The Office, thinking about house plants, or searching for a chocolate chip cookie. She is excited to join the Make Muse team to develop her feminism and artistic expression while contributing to a necessary and beautiful space.