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I hope that you’re having fun with your body. And if that’s not yet accessible to you, I hope that you’re learning to heal within your own skin—to reclaim that which belongs to you, and only you. And above all, I hope that you feel both supported and autonomously...Read more
I bled right through my favorite pants. You know the ones—gold, high waisted, flowy, lookin’ like the sun materialized into a garment so comfortable, so capable that you never want to take them off—the ones I wear pretty much every damn day, which means you’ve likely seen them on...Read more
What I know about confident people is this: They show up in their fullness, no matter what anyone thinks. It’s not that they don’t care what other people think, rather that they are so secure in themselves, their magic, and the way they show up in the world, that...Read more
Like many young girls, I wasn’t nurtured with resilience against shame. I wasn’t directly and specifically nurtured towards shame by my parents, but when you come of age in a culture that is laced with shame around women’s bodies and sexuality in general, resilience is necessary if you are...Read more
One of the most important roles you can play in your life is that of your own hype woman. You have to think you’re fabulous, even and especially when you’re knee deep in the messy stuff. You’ve got to give yourself compliments, recognize your inherent dopeness, and fireyourself up. You have to catch your reflection in...Read more
When you consider that hustling to fit narrow, reductive, and arbitrary beauty standards is actually taking on the work of the oppressor, it becomes much easier to stand in your body with autonomy and power. Choosing to look however YOU want to look is an act of rebellion against a...Read more
“Damn, your hair grows so fast,” he said. Close to 2 inches of silver this time. It’s been 7 weeks since my last visit. Orlando has been my colorist for the past few years. I first came to see him when I was dying my hair shades of purple,...Read more
Your bones. Your breath. Your body. Your business. Every inch from teeth to toenails—every wrinkle, every dimple, every curve, every scar, every detail—yours. Yours to live in with power. Yours to inhabit with love. Yours to adorn and express in any manner you deem necessary, in whichever way you desire....Read more
I never used to let myself get photographed from behind. As someone who grew up terribly self conscious about her legs, I’d worry about what people would think if they saw my dimpled thighs, self equating my (very natural) cellulite with words like “gross” and “flaw” because this is...Read more
I stepped on the scale at the doctor’s office the other day—something I rarely do, as I’ve learned through years of healing not to define myself by the number on a scale. There was a period of time when I would remove every article of clothing, take a deep,...Read more
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