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:

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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

So Just What Is Beauty Anyway?

Elizabeth Chomko's headshot she uses as an actress

Elizabeth Chomko’s headshot she uses as an actress

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