When I wrote, it was so easy to be happy.
Western opinions on the hijab or burkas are rather irrelevant. We don’t get to decide for Muslim women what does or does not oppress them, no matter how highly we think of ourselves. In
This is the memoir of my body. My body was broken. I was broken. I did not know how to put myself back together. I was splintered. A part of me was dead. A part of me was mute and would stay that way...
There are many instances in which an unlikable man is billed as an antihero, earning a special term to explain those ways in which he deviates from the norm, the traditionally likable.
The weight fluctuations of famous women are tracked like stocks because their bodies are, in their line of work, their personal stock, the physical embodiment of market value.
The problem is that I see people on BET who look like me, but that’s where the similarities end.
Nunca conhecerei nada além disso. Nunca conhecerei nada melhor que isso. Aí, penso: Se eu sou realmente infeliz, se minha vida é realmente tão difícil, por que ainda não faço nada? Com frequência, eu...
No one shines more luridly on this faux-real stage than a woman. Whether it’s a modeling competition, a chance to compete for love, a weight-loss challenge, or a look into the lives of an aging magazi...
More often than not, the show is trying too hard to do too much, but that's okay. This show should not have to be perfect.
I’m only one feminist, but I’m confident we’d be just fine if all were right with the world.
It never crossed my mind that I had a choice in the matter once I was told no.
It makes perfect sense that many of us obsess over our bodies. There is nothing more inescapable. Our bodies moves us through our lives. They bring pleasure and pain. Sometimes our bodies serve us wel...
It is hard to write about happy things when you can never escape the kind of cold that sinks into your bones and stays there. I am in Siberia, I decide. I am comforted by thoughts of exile, cold solac...
It had never crossed my mind before that it was possible for a child to be educated in this country and make it to college unable to read at a college level.
If I must share my story, I want to do so on my terms, without the attention that inevitably follows. I do not want pity or appreciation or advice. I am not brave or heroic. I am not strong. I am not...
I stared at the woman who betrayed me. I shouted, How could you? We are both daughters of Dessalines. She stood perfectly still. She did not blink. She did not look away with her dry eyes. By
I refuse to expect less. I try to learn better, do better.
I often write stories about women who are perceived as cold and resent that perception. I write these women because I know what it’s like to have so much warmth roiling beneath the skin’s surface, rea...
I know that hunger is in the mind and the body and the heart and the soul.
I don’t understand women like you, he said, winding down. You could have made things easier for yourself. Would it be so hard to play nice with me? I don’t understand men like you. You could have made...