Sexuality isn’t finite, but galactic, expansive, ever-changing, fluid. So why do we always feel dumped in one bucket?
Everyone has the right to be whatever weight works for them – we do not owe anyone slimness, fatness, or anything in between.
For 2016, we’re going to love our butts, our arms, our thighs and everything about our imperfect perfect beautiful bodies.
I may not be as tightly sculpted as I used to be, but I’m stronger.
Why waste your time impressing someone who doesn’t give a shit about impressing you?
The origin of self-hatred starts with the map of stretch marks etched down the backs of my legs, carved like lace down my thighs, hugging my waist and tattooed deeply into my breasts.