Let’s be real: pursuing you passion is a luxury reserved for the privileged.
My size is always weighed over my qualifications.
How can you be a doctor if you refuse to listen to your patients?
Do we really want our daughters to grow up thinking they’re not good enough because of their size?
Not all of our friendships were meant to last.
Sexuality doesn’t have to fit neatly into a checkbox.
There was once a time where Craigslist wasn’t as dangerous of a place to cruise for dates…
Please don’t tell me how to grieve.
Why should I apologize for my size?
It’s not just sexist, it’s stupid.
Let’s stop acting like pain is a game that someone can win at.
Should we be forced to sacrifice our mental health for physical?