For as long as I can remember, the media has been selling a perspective to me. The perspective the media sells says I’m flawed. I need to look better. I need to be thinner. I need to hide my imperfections. I need to pretend they don’t exist. I need to pretend I’m something else: maybe […]
I’ve posted on SOAM before about my body and how birthing my daughter had affected my self esteem and body image. I’d like to write a little bit about some realizations I have had since then about my health issues and how I feel as a woman. I have been ‘sick’ for most of my […]
I love my freckles. My long fingers. My hazel eyes. My low-maintenance hair. My strong legs. My arms which hug so well. The freckles on my arms. I love adorning my arms in bangles and my fingers in brightly colored rings. My nose piercing which makes me feel just that much fancier each day. Colors. […]
Today I realized something. I was sitting at home with nothing to do and was looking through some pictures I took about seven months ago. All I could think was how beautiful my body looked. I was one hundred and ten pounds when the photos were taken. At one hundred and ten pounds I could […]
I’m behind on my Glee-watching and sat down on Sunday to catch up. I love this show more all the time. It’s got it’s hokey parts, and it’s unbelievable moments and it’s awkward bits, but the character development is getting better and better and better. They started out with these caricatures, and, rather like the […]
As most women, the story that belongs to the identity of my body, goes back to before the awareness of its importance: I remember being a young girl and listening to others comments about my legs, or butt, or how shapely I was, and thinking, “I wonder what the big deal is? It’s just a […]
I posted on SOAM about two months ago. A lot has changed since my last post, and when I heard SOAM had a sister website I had to post an entry! Again I’d like to thank all of the women on SOAM and TIAW, you’ve all made me realize that no one should ever be […]
Age: 23 When I was 17, I thought I was a woman. I had the breasts, the curves, the “maturity”. Then I fell pregnant. I thought my body would fall apart. I wanted my “woman’s” body forever. But now, I look at myself with pride, I am now a woman. My husband Loves my body. […]