Just The Way We Are
This is a hard post to write. It’s surprising how hard it is to find the words, actually, considering that after much soul-searching and late night text message marathons with the friends I’ve made through writing. But then again, I guess knowing what needs to be done doesn’t make the doing any easier, even […]
by Pauline Campos and Margaret Elysia Garcia The editors of Girl Body Pride wish you a very Happy New Year’s and a 2014 low on shame and high on pride. We decided to kick off the new year by sharing a joint post of resolutions to make our lives, the lives of our children, and […]
Let’s tell each other one thing that we love about the other person before we go to sleep. Okay, Mama. I’ll go first. I love the way your whole face lights up when you smile. Oh, Mama. That’s sweet…And I love when you give me strawberries. *** […]
Watch your back, Cinderella I hate spiders. If all the Disney Princesses tried to take out Wonder Woman in a fight, I’d put money on Wonder Woman. Hands down. Real shredded coconut “tastes” like paper to me. Shut. Up. When I am out in public here in Maine and make eye contact with another […]
If I asked you what you are thankful for right now…what would you say? Would you say you are thankful for your health? Your family and friends? Your job or the view from your bedroom window? All of those and more, I would imagine. We’re grateful for our kids and for our family pets and […]
We did it. You did it. I really don’t give a damn how cheesy I sound because I am thrilled to announce that This is My Brave just ended a successful kickstarter campaign to produce a live performance of the same title. The focus is ending the stigma of mental illness and that, my […]
Can I call your sister stupid? No? Does that bother you? I’m not sure why, seeing as how you don’t even like your her. You tell anyone who will listen and rarely go home for holidays. What? What was that? Oh, so you think your sister is stupid? So what’s the problem? Why is […]
Let’s talk about Being Brave. Not with a sword, but with our voices. Maybe we use a pen. Maybe we click, clack away on a keyboard, looking up only every now and then at the words born onto the white screen before us. Maybe we are Brave with our voices or a maybe […]
I used to be the girl who bitched about the skinny ones at the gym. How dare they mock me and my curvy-self trying oh-so-hard just to maintain? Why are they even here? I never asked the question out loud. But I’d usually answer it at home with a self-indulgent pity party for one complete […]
I don’t remember not knowing that my mother weighed 85 pounds when she got pregnant with me. Or that she was a senior in high school. Or that she got married right after graduation and had me instead of letting her parents talk her into an abortion. I don’t remember not thinking I was […]
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