Looking for the word

Sex on Tuesday

I refuse to accept the narrative that I and other women are responsible for their assault. I’ll wear a short skirt, get drunk at a party and flirt with men all night — it doesn’t mean I am asking to be assaulted.
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Becoming Jewish

The Half of It

Coming to terms with a cultural and religious identity is a long process, but I’m determined not to let anyone else’s perception of Jewishness dictate how I define my Judaism.
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Time for a change

Muscle Memories

Now, I wish I had remained positive throughout the years, although it is difficult when a physical condition erodes the emotional capacity to do so. I’m grateful for my family and team of doctors. They all fought for me to have more than just a normal life but rather, an extraordinary one.
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Curves in color

In My Size

I knew I had to change the way I viewed myself. I then remembered what my dad always told me just to get me out of the house on time in the mornings: “No importa lo que te pongas, siempre te ves igual de bien” — “No matter what you wear, you always look beautiful anyway.”
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Bleeding for the Armenian patriarchy

Sex on Tuesday

By having sex, I’ve tried to sever ties with the culture that equated my worth to my unpierced hymen and has so blatantly taught me, along with other Armenian women, that our virginity is the sole source of our value. Although in the eyes of many people in my community, I am impure for having premarital sex, I am at peace knowing that I had sex on my own terms.
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Chinese enough

The Half of It

I realized, walking through the streets of old Guangzhou, that China is my home. There’s no one way to “look” Chinese or be Chinese, and that any way I feel is true to me should be sufficient for everybody else.
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Accepting my body

Muscle Memories

Although I still struggle to accept my appearance, I’ve learned to stop imagining a hypothetical world in which my body had not been abused by years of prednisone use because that is simply not the reality. I appreciate how far I’ve come with learning to adapt to my ever-changing height and weight.
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Not your inspiration

Muscle Memories

But I am not someone to look up to simply because of my experience with myasthenia gravis. In fact, focusing on that diminishes my other accomplishments.
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Curves are full of surprises

In My Size

While I sat in my class, the words “men only laugh at curvy girls” replayed in my head. I imagined Hector was laughing at my body with his friends all this time. I tried to hold back my tears, thinking he only walked me to my class out of pity.
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Recognizing sex as a coping mechanism

Sex on Tuesday

It wasn’t until I started journaling and addressing the root of my pain that I realized how my trauma had impacted my sex life. Being a survivor of violence has meant unlearning my dangerous coping mechanisms and unpacking my unhealthy relationship to sex.
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