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resilience by syd yang

there is a strength we rarely talk about, the kind that rouses a body out of bed each morning, a strength that reminds my body to open a...

Merci, Monsieur by Lydia Echols

I no longer enjoy going out in public. When I do go out, I prefer to be alone or with a single trusted companion - but for clarity: I’m...

The Red Dress by Fenominelly

Note to self #32: “Fuck a little black dress. Get the red one.” On January 21, 2017, I learned about the power of a red dress. It did...

Feature: Artist & Translator Ezra Benisty

Ezra Benisty is based in Lausanne (Switzerland), where they navigate between academia and their artistic work, rooted in the in-betweens...

soft by e.h. lemon

the way i do not recognize my body in the mirror is not one of dissociation but of overwhelming ownership through every jab pinch scratch...

i don't know if it was worth it by heidi anne rogers

Lately I’ve lingered longer beneath the covers Avoiding the face time I’m sure to have with the mirror And even if I elude its gaze The...

Rioting As A Spiritual Practice by Daniella Maney

I am a homegrown artist. I studied Africana Studies and Psychology at Connecticut College. The only class which I withdrew from in my...

The Body Positivity Movement Was Not Meant For Me by Eva Harumi

CW: eating disorders, body dysmorphia, bulimia. I’ve struggled with eating disorders my entire life without actually knowing it. Those...

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