The way I appear is not how I imagined I looked when I was posing.
I won't have been the first person to write this, nor will I likely be the last. I, like so many others, am just one of the many who - in shedding some of the (perhaps unintentional) burdens laid upon my psyche by the patriarchal system that dominates our society - has come to regard… Continue reading On Compliments
Professional confidence trumps mascara
I received an impromptu invitation this morning to attend a dinner hosted by a former colleague (from almost 20 years ago) who is now a CEO and mover and shaker in my industry. The location? A swanky Beverly Hills award-winning restaurant. We'll be joined by two of his colleagues, one I've met before. I was… Continue reading Professional confidence trumps mascara
It had arrived gift wrapped on her 29th birthday. A tarnished silver 5x7 frame holding the only remaining copy of a photograph taken years earlier. Enclosed was a simple, unsigned note: Remember that once upon a time, you were cherished. She’d thrown the framed photo back into the padded envelope it had arrived in… Continue reading The Photograph
He didn't deserve her light. She didn't deserve his darkness.
There was no "there, there," with him. Just an "I'm here."
I grew up wearing a mask, but now that I've been on my own for so long - putting the mask back on for three days on is uncomfortable.
Another blog on what it means to be “beautiful”
Was growing up a chubby, acne-ridden, braces-having, bad-perm-sporting, outsider part of what has formed my opinion on the meaning of beauty?