“You are not catholic, you are not French, you are not too skinny” were the words that my ex boyfriend told me one night in bed. He was actually referring to all the concerns his awful mother (yes, I used the adjective she deserves) had about me. This led to our first big fight and the […]
Too much of a feminist
Tonight, like the past week, I was coloring my Mandala book. That moment feels like running: you empty your brain and literally think about nothing. Although, today I had a moment of reflection in which I was remembering the books about feminism that I saw this afternoon at Shakespeare & Co. (more to come about […]