Yes, I do!!! Please send me a selfie to email@example.com, writing “pic” in the subject line. I will use your picture to illustrate just
how beautiful we all are. I want to show that beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, ages, colors, ethnicities…everything!!! Continue reading
I recently had the chance to hang out with Holly Fulger and friends (and fellow Speaking of Beauty contributing writers) in Holly’s home in L.A. Don’t freak out if you happen to be aware of The Cali Curse and the Me Being Banned from Ever Stepping Foot NEAR the State of California thing.
At least, not yet. I may eventually need to have a shaman clear me for seeing Holly in person, but right now Continue reading
In my last post, I wrote about the time two boys in my 5th grade class, Billy and Matt, told me that I was pretty. It was the first time I’d been called pretty by someone other than my mother, and I was pretty darn excited about it.
My excitement, however, was short-lived. Because less than a year later, something excruciating happened:
Sixth Grade. Continue reading
My mother was Polish. Her mother had come to this country as a child and landed in Lorain, Ohio – a suburb of Cleveland. For as long as I can remember my mom would pack up me, my sister and my brother and we would go visit my grandma. Spending time at grandma’s consisted of a lot of sitting around the kitchen table hanging out with my mom and her trio of brothers (think “The Deer Hunter”). You get the idea. Continue reading
It was my next-to-the-last-day of my week long vacation, and I went out to dinner with a bunch of my high school girlfriends. Before I met them, I had made sure I looked cute, wore great clothes, had clean hair full of product, great make up, fabulous jewelry. We all hugged and squealed as always. Then Continue reading
So just what is beautiful, anyway?
Being thin / having curves / pregnancy. Blonde / brunette / redhead / salt and pepper. Youth / aging gracefully. Strength / vulnerability. Femininity / androgeny. Seventeen / thirty-seven / a baby. Being toned / being touchable. The hourglass / the thigh gap. Marilyn Monroe / The Mona Lisa / Coco Rocha / Barbie / Mother Theresa / Michelle Obama.
And / or:
Confidence. Authenticity. Intelligence. Honesty. Wit. Humor. Admitting wrong. Fearlessness, passion, growth, perfection. Continue reading
My whole world changed the day I noticed Tiffany D’Amore’s legs. It was a brisk afternoon in the fall of freshman year. We were changing classes, ambling in pairs down the narrow path that led from Main Building to the Library Building. We stopped on the path to chat with a group of fellow freshmen making the reverse commute. And there, against a backdrop of red maple trees, over talk about a grueling biology test and the upcoming dance at St. Peter’s, I glanced down and looked at Tiffany D’Amore’s legs. She was wearing navy blue stockings, just like half the girls around me. Our Continue reading
I once worked in a strip club as a (fully clothed) waitress. While there, I learned that most of the dancers making the big bucks only pretended to get drunk on the $12 mocktail containing only cranberry & orange juice because it made the guys paying for the drink feel like he was going to get somewhere, Continue reading
“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” Rudyard Kipling
Have you ever given any thought to the significance of a word? Words express us. They are powerful and they impact our day to day life. If you say a person is eccentric, you get a sense of that person. Continue reading
This past July, I did something that I am extremely proud of – I produced and created my web series Speaking of Beauty. The series is based on the belief that every woman has a story. I wanted to open a dialog among women by interviewing them, allowing them to address fears and insecurities while challenging what is presented by the media as the “beauty standard.” The ultimate goal Continue reading