I Want You In My Next Episode!!!!!


Genevieve Sachs
Yes, I do!!! Please send me a selfie to speakingofbeauty@gmail.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

Aspirationally Pretty…Reality VS Illusion

Mariska Hargitay plays a NY detective

Mariska Hargitay plays a NY detective in Law & Order: SVU

I have a friend who is an executive at a television network. As Hollywood goes, it is a very important job. She looks at hundreds of scripts, hears countless pitches for ideas for series, and is involved in all the shows that get on the air for her network. What she thinks and feels about a project, a writer, an actor, or an actress matters. Continue reading

“See Me Peel Me”


With the sole project prompt of making the invisible visible, or bringing attention to something that rarely gets attention, my mind immediately flitted to the insidious pressure on girls and their appearances. Continue reading

Express Yourself/What’s Your Word

Watch what Tara Windley and I did a few weeks ago, in our “Beauty Mobile,” as we went around to our friends, having them pick a word that best describes them. Express yourselves, ladies!!!!

Tales of a Sixth Grade Golden Retriever

pic for Golden Retriever BlogIn 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

I Am Not My Photograph

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

Little Blue Distortion

The first time that the idea of women’s objectification or distortion in the media was brought to me was when I was at the young age of 12, and it was brought to me by a Smurf.

Yes, a Smurf as in a small blue cartoon creature living in a mushroom forest. I was at a conference in Los Angeles called Turn Beauty Inside Out, hosted by New Moon Magazine. Amongst the powerful and much admired female leaders there was Geena Davis, not only a long time actress, producer, and writer, but also a former model.

Davis began her spiel with a single image: a lovely blue Smurfette with long flowing blonde hair and a tiny white dress. Naturally, my first reaction was questioning why on earth this brilliant woman was bringing a silly cartoon TV show into her talk about inner beauty and respecting women. Then she started talking about it, really talking, and that was it, I was hooked on the idea. She talked about how despite yes, being Continue reading

A Lesson From June

Cynthia Oredugba, is open to learning what beauty is all about

Cynthia Oredugba, is open to learning what beauty is all about

Today I just wanted to lounge in bed.  Actually every morning I have to be a leader to myself in order to get my day started with exercise.  Today was no exception.  Finally, after much debating why I should or should not go to my yoga class,
I propelled myself into forward motion and went. Yeah!

There is a beautiful woman named June who works out at my gym every day.  When I go at 8:00 a.m., she’s there.  June is always well groomed with a touch of lipstick, delicate earrings, and a twinkle in her eyes.  I fascinate myself with observing Continue reading

Restless Leg Envy Syndrome

Annie McVey

Annie McVey on comparison and body critiquing

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