ditchMakeup to me has always been an enhancement of physical features. I’ve never been ashamed to go fresh faced at the gym or the beach. I’m not one of those girls who freaks out if she isn’t wearing anything, but I prefer to begin my day with a swipe or ten of mascara (I’m a self proclaimed mascara whore). I feel self-conscious without it. Especially with my features and skin being so fair, if I am not wearing any I get looks of concern like, “are you feeling okay?” or my favorite, “you look tired.”

However once I started working from home, the pressure put on my face was no longer part of my routine. All of a sudden my morning time was spent writing, designing, and having coffee dates with Sal. I did some research about my new form of liberation and learned that according to a British survey women spend 474 days of their life putting on makeup. 474 days! That’s one year and three months. Thats crazy! Could you imagine if you spent that time polishing a project for work, doing yoga, or meeting your friends at the bar? That’s a whole lot of time!

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I Am Proud To Be



 Jazzmine Rixen, 23
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I’m a half German, half Indian girl that lives in Malaysia. For those of you don’t know Malaysia is a Muslim country with the population of mostly Malays, Chinese & Indians. It’s also a very conservative country… We literally have a written law that states we are not allowed to have anal sex and give/receive blow jobs. Yeah, we need a human rights movement up in this bitch ASAP. Anyway, living here as mixed race kid I was ALWAYS the odd one out. I’m not exaggerating when I say 99.9% of Malaysians are 5ft tall, pitch black hair, really tanned, typically slender (because it’s always a competition who’s skinnier). Here I am 5ft 7, ever changing hair colour, light skin, full figured, big bug eyes. The list could go on but the point is I was considered to be weird looking.

The whole of my teen years I strived to be “NORMAL” . I starved myself to a sickly 45kg/99pounds , took off all my piercings, dyed my hair black, started doing all the things & pretending to like all the things normal Asians liked. But there was still ALWAYS something that wasn’t good enough. Always another pound I could lose, always a better way I could dress. Continue reading…


jaguarinaDid you know? Ella Hattan, better known as Jaguarina is a relatively unknown fencing legend from the late 1800’s.  “She had, for years, defeated just about every male opponent she could find, usually with broadswords. On horseback.” No big deal.

Learning About Feminism, I Discovered Myself


sammee2by Samee Callahan, 19
Lincoln, Nebraska

Before a year ago if somebody were to call me a feminist I would be superbly insulted. Like a lot of people do, when I heard the word feminist I thought of women who didn’t shave and hated men. Recently, I was called a feminist as an insult but I took it as the awesome compliment that it actually is.

It all began in an Intro to Women’s & Gender Studies (WGS) course in the spring of my freshman year of college. I took the course because it seemed like the most interesting out of all of the courses on my scholarship’s required course list. I was reluctant at first, I half expected my professor to be an angry woman teaching me about why men are assholes. Thankfully, the course proved all of my assumptions wrong and I began to genuinely adore the idea of feminism. Continue reading…

Bad Ass Bitch of the Week: Julie Sygiel & Dear Kate


DearKate1by Julie Sygiel, Founder of Dear Kate

I think I’ve been a ‘feminist’ since the day I was born. To me, feminism means believing in equality between men and women, which as an overarching principle seems like a no-brainer. Why wouldn’t you want to be a feminist? It’s only when you start looking at more granular, specific situations and how feminism applies that it’s more difficult for people to always agree on what’s feminist and what’s not.

When I first started dreaming up a new type of underwear for women, the mission was to level the playing field during that time of the month. While Dear Kates don’t replace your regular monthly routine, they alleviate stress and help provide a better night’s sleep, which contributes to an overall improved monthly experience. Once we launched, we realized it’s not only during our period that women are at a disadvantage in the underwear region. Turns out, 1 in 3 new moms experience light bladder leaks after giving birth for 5 years or more. This number increases to 40% by the time women reach menopause, yet it’s a topic that is even more taboo than menstruation. The media seems to glorify getting your ‘pre-baby body back’ in a few weeks without recognizing the incredible changes that have taken place during pregnancy and childbirth. Continue reading…



T– by Takeallah Russell
Growing up, I believed that I was not beautiful because of my dark skin and slim figure (in the African American community, darker and smaller bodies are not greatly desired). I was constantly rejected by my schoolgirl crushes because I was “too dark”, “too skinny”, or “too nerdy.” As I grew older, I began to embrace my body and my self, leaving behind feelings of rejection, insecurity, and inadequacy.

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Redefining Women’s Self Worth



newsize– by Cristina R
Feminism has been a trendy topic lately. Suddenly there are blogs, organizations, writers and women that are calling themselves feminists. Despite this spike in popularity, sometimes I believe that this word still holds an outdated stigma, one that paints feminists as man hating and angry, posing themselves as victims fighting for equality and respect. The truth is, we live in a world much more equal and open-minded than our feminist grandmothers. However, there is something that I grew up with that has reversed as the years have gone by: the need for women to over sexualize themselves for others approval and self worth.

Influence from the media and my peers persuaded me at an early age me that who I was when I woke up in the morning just wasn’t good enough. I needed to put on a brand-name pair of jeans, a tight fitting shirt, and a face full of makeup. Approval from others didn’t depend on my interests or personality, but who my friends were, what brands I wore, and my level of attractiveness. In my youth, guys dated girls because they were outgoing, pretty, and flirty. Was she a great painter? The smartest girl in her Biology class? The star of the soccer team? Nobody seemed to care. Things like that were merely a novelty, a bonus.

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