My color among white flowers

Cal in Color

Seeking help or working together does not make me any less successful than my peers. I am graduating for myself, for other Chicanx students, for other students of color, for womxn
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The truth doesn’t hurt, it helps

Muscle Memories

My lips remained sealed just as they had when I had a breathing tube. This time, I was able to answer but couldn’t find the words to capture how hurtful it was to have medical professionals routinely keep the truth from me.
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The empowerment of plus-sized modeling

In My Size

When it was my turn to model, I strutted down the runway, moving my hips from side to side, throwing smiles at the cheering crowd of girls and at the judges. I struck a pose, flipped my hair over my shoulder and walked back toward the exit of the runway. I had never felt so powerful or so confident in my life.
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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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