Bad feminism seems the only way I can both embrace myself as a feminist and be myself, so I write.
I want to look good. I want to feel good. I want to be beautiful in this body I am in.
I think the world is ambivalent about feminism. So I can't blame college students. I think they're reflecting the greater culture's attitude toward feminism. So what I can do is, in ways that are appr...
Representations of a woman’s strength overlook the cost of that strength, where it rises from, and how it is called upon when needed most. The
Quando você tem sucesso de início em uma empreitada, acaba se convencendo de que facilmente repetirá esse sucesso.
People see bodies like mine and make their assumptions. They think they know the why of my body. They do not.
I was always a good girl. I was a straight-A student, top of my class. I did as I was told. I was polite to my elders. I was good to my siblings. I went to church. It was very easy to hide how very ba...
I could easily become a shut-in, hiding from the cruelty of the world. Most days it takes all my strength and no small amount of courage to get dressed and leave the house.
I am good at following rules when I choose to.
Here I am showing you the ferocity of my hunger. Here I am, finally freeing myself to be vulnerable and terribly human. Here I am, reveling in that freedom. Here. See what I hunger for and what my tru...
And then 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.
And most women know this, that we are supposed to disappear, but it’s something that needs to be said, loudly, over and over again, so that we can resist surrendering to what is expected of us.
Winter is more a state of being than a season, in this place. It takes hold for six or seven dark, cruel months. The cold becomes familiar.
What I remind myself, regularly, is this: the acknowledgment of my privilege is not a denial of the ways I have been and am marginalized, the ways I have suffered. You
We don’t all have to believe in the same feminism. Feminism can be pluralistic so long as we respect the different feminisms we carry with us,
Qui se ressemble s’assemble.
Nostalgia is powerful. It is natural, human to long for the past, particularly when we can remember our histories as better than they were.
I’ve always been a woman of contradiction. My true loves were and still are books and writing
I wish there were viable alternatives for students who would rather be anywhere but in a classroom.
His mother was yet another indignity he was forced to endure.