Natalie Slaughter

I barely had a chance to say “What’s taking him so long?” before he stepped up to the counter to ask me what he could help me with. Me. Not my friend who had been standing there for a minimum of twenty minutes waiting for assistance, but ME, the white girl.

[N]o one held my molester down and called the police for what he did to me. He was quietly escorted away, and over the course of a few months, the whispers of support turned into accusations.

I’m very aware of the fact that I’m fat — trust me. I’ve had this body for longer than you’ve been familiar with it.

Even a Google search will conflate “queer women” with “lesbian.” So the first and most obvious thing I wish people understood about being a queer woman, is that we exist.

We’ve all made bad choices when it comes to dating. Mine involves Hannah Montana, a tractor, and an awkward invitation to a threesome.

Is anything keeping you from believing that you deserve good things?

Why is Marvel casting white actors to play Asian characters?

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with loving my body. I don’t have to choose between being fat and beautiful, I can be both.