essay

If we as women get to define for ourselves what beauty looks like, then the power will no longer rest with those who pad their fortunes with our self-loathing.

Providing this week's most-riveting reads: a funny fashionista, two powerful essayists, and . . . a four-year-old?

Everything I was struggling with came down to a need for financial stability.

I'm going to keep an eye on my health—but keep the scale under the bathroom vanity.

You're 15 years old now. You're not a little girl anymore—even though you wish you were, just a little bit.

Recently, I challenged myself to something radical: What if I didn't wear makeup for awhile?

I know I’m not easy to love, or date. I know this because I dated myself.

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?