Could my exes have learnt how to love someone fully and completely through their trial run with me?
Being naked feels so good that I half expect it to show up as the latest Gwenyth Paltrow-backed panacea on Goop.
Some days I feel like a Botticelli, some days I feel like a sexy, dumpy baby. Even when I am naked, my frame of reference is limited. I have not seen too many positive, mainstream depictions of bodies like mine.
Wonder Woman, Super Girl, Poison Ivy and other "Super" females are known for being mighty.
I'm an original fan of Justin Bieber, back when he was a young YouTube sensation with catchy tunes. Given the changes in the world surrounding body positivity over the past year, I was initially excited to hear he had a new very popular song out titled Love Yourself from his 2015 album PURPOSE. I was all ready to praise him and buy the CD. Until I heard the lyrics.
By wearing and carefully selecting gorgeous lingerie every day, you develop a better sense of balance — a more conscious life.
When I got boobs, I also got a body. A body that was (and is) not skinny.
The acknowledgment of Lupita’s elegance begins a process to alleviate any future need to add "for a . . . " to the end of “You’re beautiful.”
Many have spoken out about the way this small-size clothing store is destroying self-esteem. As a Brandy shopper myself, I disagree.
I am not Kim Kardashian. But I look like Kim Kardashian. There are a million songs about my body, but very few songs about me.
As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”