You are so fat what happened to you?
This is a question that I am asked all the time. I hear it from some of my friends who have known me for many years. They have witnessed the weight gain over the past couple of years. Why is that people cannot except you for who you are and not what you look like. Continue reading
Being a heterosexual male who likes to dress nice and take care of himself I was often told its “gay” or “feminine”. I was expected to not like to dress nice or be up to date with the latest trends. Continue reading
“Don’t say that, you’ll make people feel uncomfortable!” “You shouldn’t speak that way, what are people going to think?” “Be quiet, we’re talking right now.” “You know, you talk a lot.””Why are you so bothered by it, it’s not that serious, it was just a joke. Can’t you take a joke?” “That’s not ______, I’m just giving an opinion!”
I know exactly what you’re doing.
Yesterday morning on my way to my 8am exam I stopped by Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee. I was super stressed about my exam and I had not gotten much sleep since I was awake most of the night studying. Continue reading
It’s endlessly intriguing to me how our view of certain things can be changed completely by new experiences. I have been thinking about this a lot lately, because after 11 years together, my husband and I have taken an unexpected (but very positive) step with our marriage — we are exploring polyamory. Something I took for granted over the course of more than a decade in a stable relationship was how many things I didn’t have to think about, especially when it came to my body. Continue reading
Being bigger is not easy, as anyone who is can tell you. From a bit of chub to full on large, people have a hard time dealing with it. Larger women are more often seen as either repulsive or sexually intriguing, while larger men are seen as pals, buddies, men who know how to live. The gendered standards for both are so simple and terrible.
I wish I had that luxury.
We live in a society that connects dress with identity. If you dress like this… then you must be that… Continue reading
“Wait, I don’t get it, why can’t you come to the party tonight?” My best friend asks, tilting her head in confusion as I struggle to finally say that after all of my drug abuse, I feel extraordinary uncomfortable around any sorts of substances besides shisha. Continue reading
I spent twenty minutes with my eyes closed, and I went about my daily business in my room. I opened drawers, found objects, put on bracelets, blew up a balloon. I decorated my room some. I even drew a picture.
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Growing up, I have always been told that I have a very expressive face. If I am ever feeling a certain emotion, my face goes to the extreme to express it. I wasn’t even aware of it until people started pointed it out to me. My face would just come out the way it did. My expressive face apparently didn’t just occur when I felt bouts of emotion, it also affected my neutral facial expression. To be frank and to the point, I basically have “resting bitch face.” Continue reading
Unruly Bodies 