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Recognizing and utilizing my agency is an ongoing struggle.

I gladly call myself a feminist. And I love being a pageant contestant.

These things could never happen. But WHAT IF THEY DID?

This man was terrifyingly comfortable making an underhandedly racist statement to my face.

Models aren't fat girls like me. But here I was, on top of the world.

Body image, BDSM, Zumba, and polyamory. Just another week at Ravishly . . .

It’s not that I am anti-love. I just think we need to redefine the term.

If I had a spirit animal, it would be the sloth. And that slot would be binge-watching Transparent instead of going to the gym.