Plus-sized isn’t always a choice

In My Size

Being curvy was not my choice, but I learned to embrace my body by separating my beauty from my curves. I am who I am — beautiful and unique — because I am curvy! I love every inch of my body, and I won’t ever let anyone destroy that positive perspective because in my size, I deserve to love myself.
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Dumplings full of culture

The Half of It

The childhood memories associated with food always remind me of the significance of my Chinese heritage that is erased because I’m mixed. Even when the world may not perceive me as Chinese, these memories of cooking with family and friends affirm my connection to China.
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A community of support

Muscle Memories

I find that sharing my own personal accounts and reading others’ give me a unique sense of liberation. Individuals on these forums want to listen to me, and they want to be heard. That is the crucial difference between the dialogue that often takes place in real life versus online. The support from the community space made me see that my struggles and experiences with MG are valid.
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Scholarly and shapely

In My Size

When I finally get to hold a diploma in my hand, I will think back to the day that I almost denied myself a chance to graduate from UC Berkeley because of my curves. My body is an empowering part of me, which I embrace with confidence, but it will never define my success!
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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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