The beer weighed heavy in my stomach and I had no desire to sit through a second round of drinks. But I stayed like the passive female I am.
My sound is my brand. It is just as much part of my “product” as any other physical trait.
It’s time we stop pretending that modern western feminism is inclusive of all.
After a day of screw ups, running gives me a big slap in the face. Give it to me – I want it to hurt.
For far too long I let someone else dictate my idea of sexy and comfort.
After years of People Pleasing, I’ve decided to find another gig.