Posts tagged feminism
WHY A 5-YEAR PLAN IS POINTLESS

From time to time I'll think back to my headspace when I was just entering high school and how simple the future seemed. Of course, I would finish high school, go to university, graduate and become a reporter or publishing editor or some career that involved words before getting married. Those 15 years were rehearsed in my mind, like the performance of the Macarena, and I figured they'd go off without a hitch. 

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IT'S (SOMETIMES) OKAY TO NOT LIKE YOURSELF

For all of 2016 and the beginning of 2017 we have been bombarded with articles, inspirational quotes and motivational Instagram pictures of self positivity. I can't scroll through the discover page without seeing a post about body acceptance or loving your flaws, and while I'm definitely not going to sit here and disregard these messages as important and influential, I'd like to posit the argument that sometimes it's okay to not like yourself. 

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DOES OUR HAIR DEFINE US AS FEMINISTS?

For the entirety of my life I’ve struggled with my hair and it’s intricacies. It started at a young age where I was given the quintessential bob just below the ears paired with uneven bangs. This look wouldn’t have been as much of an issue (considering Anna Wintour has sported the same look for years) if it hadn’t been for how naturally curly my hair is. With these somewhat embarrassing hairstyles it encouraged me at a young age to dislike not only the length of my hair, but also it’s natural texture, deeming it as not pretty enough. I would use a nightgown and strap it around my head to mimic the long, straight hair I’d seen in childhood movies and television shows. No one had curly hair without it being acknowledged as something rebellious and combating the status quo.

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ON MY (SLIGHTLY PRETENTIOUS) VIEWS OF BEAUTY & SELF-TRUTH

If I’m not thin, I’m not beautiful. If my skin isn’t clear, I’m not beautiful. If I’m not young, I’m not beautiful. These are the thoughts that cascade down the waterfalls of my mind, crashing into the treacherous rocks of insecurity and low self-esteem—a drop difficult for anyone to survive. As women, we’ve been raised to keep a few specific traits in mind when considering ourselves beautiful and most of those contradict what our bodies can actually do. The inspiration for this post came from the strong sense of disingenuity I’ve been feeling about my art and style based on the fact that I have these predisposed ideals of beauty that I feel I need to achieve.

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