Living in my body has expanded my empathy for other people and the truths of their bodies.
I’m more interested in a show called Grown Women about a group of friends who finally have great jobs and pay all their bills in a timely manner but don’t have any savings and still deal with sloppy l...
It’s scary, though, trying to be yourself and hoping yourself is enough. It’s scary believing that you, as you are, could ever be enough.
It took me a long time, but I prefer victim to survivor now. I don’t want to diminish the gravity of what happened. I don’t want to pretend I’m on some triumphant, uplifting journey. I don’t want to p...
It is bittersweet that something is better than nothing, even if the something we have is hardly anything at all.
It has been suggested, more than once, that if you don’t believe in trigger warnings, you aren’t respecting the experiences of rape and abuse survivors. It has been suggested, more than once, that tri...
In a Publishers Weekly interview with Claire Messud about her novel The Woman Upstairs, which features a rather unlikable protagonist, Nora, who is bitter, bereft, and downright angry about what her l...
Immovable people will not be moved by testimony. Her story becomes an emotional spectacle, something for people to consider, briefly, before moving on to the next sad story.
I watch movies like Rosewood or The Help and realize that if I had been born to different parents, at a different time, I too could have been picking cotton or raising a white woman’s babies for less...
I was absolutely terrified going into surgery. I realized I have so much life yet to live. I did not want to die. I thought, I don’t want to die, and it was such a strange thought because I’ve never a...
I think about how fucked up it is to promote this idea that our truest selves are thin women hiding in our fat bodies like imposters, usurpers, illegitimates.
I recently enjoyed Always Happy Hour by Mary Miller and Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh—both dark, strange, a bit uncomfortable, sexy.
I ran through these streets and thought, This is a Haiti I have never seen or known. It was a Haiti no one should have to know. I
I learned how to live in my head, where I could ignore the world that refused to accept me,
I have presence, I am told. I take up space. I intimidate. I do not want to take up space. I want to go unnoticed. I want to hide. I want to disappear until I gain control of my body.
I am stronger than I am broken. I don’t want them, or anyone, to think I am nothing more than the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
Even the happiest moments of my life are overshadowed by my body and how it doesn’t fit anywhere. This is no way to live but this is how I live.
During my twenties, my personal life was the hottest mess. The hottest. It will never be that messy again because I’ve grown up and I finally give enough of a damn about myself to avoid burning myself...
Christian får tillfälle att visa Ana vem som bestämmer, så att säga, i en väldigt dramatisk scen där han hugger tag i hennes handleder och leder in henne i sitt sovrum för att vederbörligen deflorera...
Buying into the notion of not that bad made me incredibly hard on myself for not getting over it fast enough as the years passed and I was still carrying so much hurt, so many memories. Buying into th...