Dear Skinny People,Hello, it’s me. A fat girl. I have a very large (pun possibly intended) bone to pick with you. Back in November, it was reported that some women riding London’s subway were given cards calling the women fat, among other hateful things. While anyone with half a brain and a grain of compassion in their bodies can see that’s a horrible thing, I was struck by why these men seemingly needed to tell women they were fat. This is something that has happened to me and many other fat women a lot and I don’t really get it.
It’s been five years since the release of Tina Fey’s memoir Bossypants, and five years later it continues to be the most important piece of literature in my life. I read it for the first time on a beach vacation the summer before I went off to college, and it blew my world right open. In my opinion, this book belongs on the same shelf as The Second Sex, A Room of One’s Own, and The Feminine Mystique. Bossypants permanently changed the way I think about life (and not to mention, the way I communicated with my sister— we quote it back and forth to one another all day, every day).
I began powder coating in 2013.In 2012 I began my jewelry line, Funhouse Labs. I found myself wanting to use brightly colored metal components in my jewelry. Body heat and skin oils eroded through many of the paint and enamel formulations I was working with. Then I remembered something that I had heard before called powder coating.Powder coating is a type of coating that is applied as a free-flowing, dry powder. This powder is made of plastic particles and the consistency is very similar to loose cosmetic powder. The dry powder is applied with a spray gun using compressed air.
I’m out with my man and wonder if given the quality of this restaurant, I should duck out to the bathroom to take an injection. I conclude absolutely yes. When we’re at a regular pizza joint, it’s usually no problem to just shoot up real quick under the table. But at a top-hat-and-tails place like this, I have to keep my eye out. Waiters here stand and watch the patron’s every move to make sure they’re all being attended to.
When I was a kid, I was known to disappear inside my closet and burrow underneath my blankie with a book in hand. I just wanted to get lost in the worlds that books created. There was the time when, embarrassingly, I read cheesy Harlequin novels. And then I couldn’t get enough of the sexy, dangerous world of Jackie Collins’ Lucky Santangelo. But nothing compared to the most influential phase of reading black literature, which coincided with my own struggles with identity.To be a black girl in America at any time is to constantly be under attack. That’s the unvarnished truth.
Last month, Indiana passed HB 1337, an anti abortion bill so restrictive, even many pro-life Republicans are against it.
Work uniforms.  Stuffy, bland, office attire.  When it comes to the things we hate about our jobs, itchy sweaters and ill-fitting blouses are right up there with "sitting through meetings that should have been emails" and that whole little detail about getting paid 77% of what our male colleagues earn. When the clock strikes five and you’re a free woman, you just want to run out into the streets and tear off your stuffy work attire – but wait! You need a feminist AF t-shirt to reveal when you rip open your starched white Ann Taylor blouse! Gurl, I got you.
“Beauty comes in a million shades,” writes photographer Sara Melotti, creator of the project Quest for Beauty. Melotti is traveling the world, photographing women of all nations and ages to show one overarching truth: that we are all beautiful. She wants to reclaim the word “beauty,” disentangling it from narrow standards of media-dictated physical perfection. “I think the world—especially the western one—forgot what Beauty really is,” Melotti writes in her artist’s statement.
Kerry Washington is ADWEEK’s most recent cover girl. And she has a lot to say about it. The Scandal star appeared on the magazine cover in a black and white striped gown with matching zig zaggy heels, elegantly posed, her thick black hair pulled back to reveal a beautiful face—a face that didn't remotely resemble her own. The face on the cover, although pristine and lovely, does not look like Washington. Something is different, something we can’t quite pinpoint.
Photo by Katie Auda “Are you sure?” That was Ashley Nell Tipton’s first reaction to hearing Heidi Klum announce her as the winner of the 14th season of Project Runway last November. “I was standing up there on stage and my whole body is locked and I can just feel my heart pounding,” she says over the phone from her home base in San Diego. “I feel like you could almost see it pounding out of my chest.” Like most high-achievers, the 24-year-old graduate of SD’s Fashion Careers College didn’t quite grasp her big break.