Originally published on Unwritten by Sara Heath. I wonder if other girls remember the day they got fat, because yes, in a time where body image is so...
There is nothing left for me anymore in the touch of a stranger and there is nothing left in the words that I used to desperately crave to hear. Now when people tell me I'm pretty it feels like a stab to the man I want to be.
As a woman in her thirties, I see the challenge to female self-worth as a mother raising young boys in the world. I think about the kind of respect I want them to have for women. I also see it as a woman thinking about what I want to accomplish in life as the wrinkles are beginning to form.
It upsets me that so many ridiculously attractive gay men feel the need to have super-built bodies in order to feel good about themselves.
If you want to be the perfect woman, it will be hard work. Stand at the checkout of the grocery store and scan the perfect faces on every magazine cover. Whatever you see -- on film, in print, in the front windows of the stores at the shopping mall -- this is what you must try to be.
Women can be the biggest b*tches. I mean, we can find just the littlest thing about a person and cut them down right at the knees. And not even think twice.
So for the last few weeks of summer, start living it up. While you're chasing your kiddos at the pool, beach or down the street in the bikini top that you are definitely NOT getting too old for, here's a few things to ease your mind and help you embrace your beautiful, amazing #mombod.
Due to these reasons, it is important to identify if excessive time on social media sites, popular magazines, or on various apps are truly fulfilling you, or simply filling your time. Here are three signs that it may be time to push the log off button and shut down your devices:
They say breaking up is hard to do and well, the same can be said for those devices and technology that promise to make our life easier and wellness goals all the more closer!
Demi, as you said so eloquently in your Instagram, there is nothing wrong with the female body, even naked.
Youth, beauty, symmetry, it's all very lovely. But it's transient. I want to be more than that. Because, it's nice to be beautiful, but it's more beautiful to be nice. Truth.
I have never been skinny. There is a common misconception that Latinas get a free pass to be curvy or larger, yet my experience as someone growing up in Puerto Rico has been far from that.
All these people expressing their disdain for uncut cock are acting like they're going down on someone and finding a Venus fly trap. It made me feel ashamed and embarrassed, and just added to the insurmountable anxiety I get whenever I get intimate with a man. What if the guy I'm about to have sex with takes my pants off and then stop, drop and rolls out of the room?
Without my ears, I would miss out on the sounds in my house. Granted, there are days when Ginny and Grace drive me nuts and I want to block out the sounds. Most days, though, I get to listen to laughter. Lots and lots of laughter from my girls to my husband to me.
Are you finally done with health? Are you sick and tired of having a ravenous libido, a quick metabolism, an energetic body, and a full head of hair?...
The simplest conclusion that I've come to on this journey to be a healthy eater or rather, a healthy individual for whom food is both nourishment and satisfaction, but not an over-indulgence, is this: Our relationship with food says a ton about our relationship with ourselves.