Many women these days go through the idea of plastic surgery, to change the way they look or to make themselves feel better about the way they look. This is the result of today's society, the magazines, social media, and television. However, not everyone feels the same way about having plastic surgery or someone they know having plastic surgery.
I’ve been catcalled since I was 12 or 13 years old. I became a woman before my friends, and men don’t discriminate based on age when they know they’re safe yelling from the windows of their trucks. I could count those instances as the beginning of my story, but I don’t really think I saw men as a danger until my second year of college.
Recently I was shown an article about a famous singer who was at a benefit concert. He was singing to a large crowd of mostly women. Yes there were men there too, but there was a huge crowd of women that were very close to the stage. As the singer often does when he performs he got very close to the edge of the stage. Many of the people there had their hands raised up in the hope that he might touch them. He also often takes flowers from them and other gifts. On this particular night like he often does he knelt down, and just as he did one woman grabbed his private part. Now this was not a brush of her hand, it was a grab. He quickly grabbed her hand and removed it. Because he was in the middle of his song he had to continue singing.
Over the last few years, I've been making a name for myself as a Freelance Model/Actress and I have had many women come up to me or slide into my DMs, asking me one thing: "How are you so confident?"
Periods... Every girl gets them eventually. For some, bleeding 3-5 days out of a month just passes by like any other day. Not for me. I got my period on the first day of seventh grade. I came home from school and just after I finished eating supper I went to the washroom. All day my stomach had been really bad, and I was light headed and nauseated. To my surprise when I was in the washroom I noticed some faint staining in my underwear and I realised what was happening.
Sisters, I invite you to close your eyes and remember your first menstrual cycle. What were your immediate thoughts and reactions? Now when your cycle comes, how do you welcome it?
Yes, I smoke, I drink, I drink Diet Coke (oh no, aspartame!), I even eat red bloody meat and worst of all, I eat fried food like it’s going out of style. I know these things are obviously bad for me but I mean, if I die tomorrow or even in the next two hours (dying tomorrow is too cliché), I want to know I’m going six feet under with a belly full of terrible shit I loved and lungs as black as tar.
As a mirror, I’ve pretty much lived my life just leaning against one out of the four walls in a maturing 16-year-old girl's room whose name I suspect is Samantha. At least, the reason why I think this is because I usually hear her family calling her Sam, or Sammy, so I made the inference that her name is Samantha, or just maybe her father was hoping to have a boy, so he decided to name her Samuel.
So, as far as I know... I’ve been a vagina owner for 24 years. And by that, I definitely mean I’m aware I’ve had one… for 24 years. I’ve always been pretty in-tune with things that are going on down below. However, some people aren’t that perceptive, or perhaps they just don’t care about the health of their lady-bits. If you’re one of those people, stop the neglect right now. Having a healthy vagina is very important and here I will share some tips, tricks, and things from experience.
In one of my Blog posts, I talked about being insecure. This is a very accurate and still relevant problem. However what I did not say is how all of this occurred. Let me share with you where things got started; maybe my story can help someone else or perhaps someone out there can help me a bit.
As with all topics discussed openly on the internet, the Thin Privilege argument has descended into a battle in which a side must be picked. You're either pro-fat or pro-skinny, and there's no middle ground. Well...
In December 2016, I went to a party. I got drunk. Very drunk. But somehow, I remember one thing in my night: I met a girl who wasn’t wearing a bra. I remember hearing her say it while I was walking and I just stopped, turned around and asked her, “How can you not wear a bra? You have big breasts!”