Category Archives for Self-Acceptance

In Which We Say to Hell with Resolutions (the Vlog)

I wrote the following as a post for Girl Body Pride and meant for it to be posted and just walk away. But I’m being told the words I wrote don’t suck and that I should share them and read them and

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Sir Plucksalot

I have a witch mole.It is a birthmark on my cheek that sticks out like someone glued the tip of a skin-colored raisin to my face.When I was a little girl, it was just a dark, slightly raised “beauty

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Other People’s Opinions and Jennifer Livingston

We all know the story by now. A newscaster receives an email from a viewer saying she is fat and her out for setting a poor public example so she responds on air and boom – viral. The

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The Problem of Loving My Body and Body As Object

Love it or hate it, Elan Morgan ponders self-acceptance, our bodies, and why there isn’t really an answer. I think about beauty and self-acceptance and love, and I think about how our culture, in

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Pretty

For a woman who grew up geek, being called “pretty” feels pretty weird.  Recently I reached out to a writer I admire over a social media channel.  We’ve never met, and I was looking forward

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Just The Way We Are

I asked Erin to “Gimme Sexy.” Rawr.Girl. Body. Pride. Justthewayweare.Girl. Body. Pride. JustthewayIam.Girl. Body. Pride. Justthewayweare.Girl. Body. Pride. JustthewayIam.It’s a chant in my head.

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Evicting The Mean Girls from My Head

Laughter, love, and self-acceptance.I posted photos of myself in a bathing suit on my blog the other day. Silly photos. Photos of me cutting it up with my kids at the beach.I just wanted to share

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Your Truth

What is truth? Is it something told or something lived?Think about that question. Really think about the difference. Because there is a difference.You can speak truthfully, but still live a lie.In

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Waiting for the Mean Girl

Photo credit: Jennifer CollinsWhen I was a little girl, my mother always told me that I was unique.  That in all of creation there had never been anyone just like me.  That my life had a purpose. 

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Butterflies, Strength, and Onion-flavored Dreams

I’ve seen my name published in the bylines of the hundreds of newspaper articles I wrote before giving up the Dream That Was Supposed to Pay the Bills. That was the plan, you know. The paycheck was supposed

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