Feminism | Posted by Julie Graves on 12/7/2016
My Mom, The Feminist
My mother, the feminist
It was my sophomore year of high school. On the first day of my AP World History class, the teacher progressed down the aisles of rickety desks, asking each student to say their favorite movie as a “get-to-know-each-other” exercise. “Name and favorite movie,” my teacher requested.
I was sitting in the last seat of the first row of desks, and, as my turn grew closer, I could feel my chest tighten with panic. Normally, I wouldn’t blink before citing my longtime favorite film, Good Will Hunting. I can recite every word along with Matt Damon and Robin Williams. Recently, though, I had fallen in love with Stuck in Love, and spent every night the week before school watching it. In that moment, my mind …
Feminism, Pop-Culture | Posted by Francheska De La Cruz on 09/28/2011
When History Repeats Itself
a future anorexic? who knows.
You know the saying that history can repeat itself? It sounds cliche, but it’s kind of shocking when it happens to you in real life.
Before I was a proud feminist/atheist/vegetarian I was unfortunately anorexic. Yet no one in my family seemed to notice the signs, even though when I think back they were pretty obvious. I would constantly check myself in the mirror and talk about dieting and weight loss. I would secretly go online and read fasting tips on anorexia sights. When my family discovered my notebook full of “thinsperation” I had a total meltdown and decided those days were over and I would come to respect my body and those of others for what they were.
Lately I’ve been noticing the first …
Feminism | Posted by Julie Z on 10/6/2010
“Body Image Disorder”
Bodies are different for a reason. Embrace it.
At some point in recent history the stance of “I Hate My Body” became a public statement encompassing an entire gender rather than a private thought held by few on particularly bad days. Somewhere along the line, women have lost control of their bodies in the name of society’s glamorization and expectation of self-deprecation. But, as I have learned over the years, loving your body is possible, even for the most self-loathing of us all.
Freshman year was a difficult one for me (a unique story, I know). Though I had been aware of my body in middle school and had brief yet unfortunate love affairs with both my hair straightener and Abercrombie and Fitch in attempts to make my body look …