I Was A Dancer, Once.

I Was A Dancer, Once.

I’ll say it sometimes, dropped into the lull of a conversation about somebody’s graceful movement. Or somebody might ask, ‘You know, what do you call it, that step?’ and I will answer without thinking, ‘that is the pas de basque’ or...
Skinny Enough For Love

Skinny Enough For Love

From the archive: A few years I lost a lot of weight and noticed some interesting changes in the way people responded to me. Here’s a snippet of what I reflected on back then.  I don’t make any secret of the fact that I’m as single as a single...
I Am Not Qualified For Beauty.

I Am Not Qualified For Beauty.

I did not earn these tiger stripes of mine. I am not one of the women who can claim bravery, sharing images of stretchmarks on Instagram. The hashtag is #loveyourlines. Search it and you will read some words that reveal how women really feel about beauty and its...
My Un-Beautiful Hands.

My Un-Beautiful Hands.

“What can I do with these small hands?” There are a few things about my body I’ve always been self-conscious about, not the regular things but little details. I always aspired to have elegant hands. The kind with long, graceful fingers and delicate wrists....
Chasing Normalized Beauty

Chasing Normalized Beauty

I got to 200 the other day. 200 gym sessions this year. I train for lots of reasons. I need the stress release of boxing. I like to talk to my trainer who is both my friend and therapist. I like getting up to go to a place I want to be in the mornings. And then...