Artist Uses Rainbow Body Art To Make A Statement About Stretch Marks (IMAGES)

It’s about time that women pushed back on the narrow minded standards that the media and beauty industry have tried to limit them to – and one artist is helping women to reclaim their bodies in a major way. Almost all women have cellulite and stretch marks, regardless of their size and shape. Yet despite how common these characteristics are, women have been taught to be ashamed of them and view them as imperfections that need “fixing.” Barcelona-based Cinta Tort Cartró is taking this issue head on by using vibrant rainbow paint…

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Fitness Instagrammer Louise Aubery Perfectly Nails How Women Only Focus On Their Flaws (IMAGE)

We – women especially – are our own worst critics, and social media has made it easier than ever to compare ourselves to others. This has become such an issue, that it has been reported many times that people who spend more time on social media are less happy than others, thanks to this comparison habit. Unfortunately, the people we are the hardest on is usually ourselves. This ugly truth was recently highlighted by fitness Instagrammer and YouTuber Louise Aubery, who goes by @mybetter_self. Recently, the University of California student shared an image…

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Why There Is Absolutely NO EXCUSE For Sexual Assault – Dispelling The Myths

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I just came upon a great post by Laura Riva on The Dancing Grapevine about sexual assault that happens in the dance community. What Laura outlined was extremely important and could be applied in so many other situations, so I wanted to repost and share her words with you.  Despite how common-sense not assaulting someone should be, there are still a frightening amount of rape apologists and victim-blamers in the world (as well as people who are sexually assaulting others). This great post by Laura highlights why sexual assault is…

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My Relationship With My Body Is ‘Complicated’ (IMAGES)

Sixth grade was the worst year of my life. My family had moved from Brooklyn to Queens and I was entering the last year in elementary school. My teacher Mrs. Salt was sour. I sat next to a boy that delighted in making my life miserable. I walked by P.S. 189 the other day and the memories flooded in, and I knew it would be relatable. The last picked in gym class, the attempt to make friends was agony when everyone already had their besties; I was the outsider. In…

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