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The phrase “Nothing about us without us,” means that in an argumentative discussion about a racial group, at least one member of that social or racial group must be present in the discussion. Continue reading
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The phrase “Nothing about us without us,” means that in an argumentative discussion about a racial group, at least one member of that social or racial group must be present in the discussion. Continue reading

Hello! I am a mammal!
I have never particularly enjoyed shaving. Growing up, its importance was never stressed. In fact, my mom would tell me she was happy it was winter because it meant she didn’t have to shave — the impression I got was that she didn’t really like to do it, herself. When I was a preteen, she bought me razors and shaving gel, but didn’t pressure me to use them, and shaving didn’t seem to be a rite of passage among my peers, the way buying a bra was. I was in no rush to do it myself. Continue reading
I’m sitting here in New York on my mothers couch contemplating my third blog post. It’s been a few days since I’ve shaved my legs, who cares…right? Continue reading
WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN MENTIONED IN THIS BLOG POST.
Earlier this week on CNN, a documentary illuminating the realities of sexual assault on college campuses was aired. ‘The Hunting Ground’ was a powerful, emotional, and much-needed story that needed to be shared with Americans all across the nation. This documentary was written by the same people who produced ‘The Invisible War’, an expose on women’s sexual assault in the military. Continue reading

Recently I came across an article on Hello Giggles that talked about the possible reason that people get gray hair when they are stressed and it got me thinking about gray hair and the value we put on it. Freshmen year of college I was standing in the girls’ floor bathroom brushing my teeth when I noticed I had a gray hair. Continue reading

My internet persona, which does not acknowledge or talk about the issues that plague my true, physical self
Every time I have had to write a blog post for this class, I have ended up sitting in front of the computer for what feels like hours, thinking through all the different personal stories I could share. I find a lot of the posts on this blog fascinating because I could not imagine being so open about my life online. I am afraid of letting the world know that I have problems just like everybody else.
Each of our bodies is a spectacular part of our being. Many of them are disabled, hurt, pained and self-conscious, yet they are still unique and something to be proud of. Continue reading
When most people think of disabled bodies, they think of people with visible, physical disabilities. Few people understand, or even believe in the existence of invisible disabilities. In my case, I am not disabled, physically or mentally, until stress enters my life. Then things change. Continue reading