#blacklivesmatter

I’m Disappointed In My (White) Friends

Many of my friends disappoint me. Today, devastate may be a more accurate term. Here’s the deal. Some of my white friends have in no way, 0%, showed any support at all for the #blacklivesmatter movement. Not even an acknowledgement said in passing to me. It’s like it doesn’t exist to them. Which is impossible. My…

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My Body Is Changing Shape

I’m almost 36. My body is changing shape. I don’t like it. With all the body positivity going around these days, which of course I applaud, I feel like I should be all, “Oh, my glorious, glorious body, I honor thee as thy molds thyself anew.” But I’m not. I don’t honor my period either.…

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You Do Not Have To Be Happy

I love the happy people in my life. They radiate like the noon sun, dazzling over a calm ocean. Oh wait, that’s not an ocean, it’s an oil slick, and it’s ready to poison us all. I kid, I kid…sort of. But seriously, isn’t the pressure to be happy just sickening sometimes? Hey, I love…