Jenna

I’ve always had the ugly duckling story. I never quite thought I was pretty or beautiful. But I was raised to value myself, my intellect, being a caring person came first. Having a lot of friends always made me feel beautiful enough. CLICK PHOTO TO READ MORE…

How do you know who you are?

Is it the food you eat? The languages you speak? The clothes you wear? Where you were born? The years you’ve lived in a country? The god you worship (if you worship)? CLICK PHOTO TO READ MORE……

Chavo

In one mortal frame lived a plethora of women both simultaneously and in cacophonies. In what I have come to call a pathetic attempt to extract each voice at my beckon call, I sat with Chavo. CLICK PHOTO TO READ MORE….

Gaia

Have you heard my women?They are singing to themselves.They owe no one a single note.If you hear their song, it is because you pry. CLICK PHOTO TO READ MORE…

Jalene

Growing up, nobody ever told me this, but I just knew it was society’s influence because there was so much sameness that couldn’t stem from an individual but something much bigger. I hated everything that made me feel different. I hated my hairy arms, not because anyone pointed and laughed, but because no one else had them. I hated my lips because nobody else had them. Click photo to read more…

Girls Room

Steph and Mimi are truly inspiring women, living and creating their dreams. Through their community organization Girl’s Room and their clothing brand LDYBY, they are exhibiting the ways they are just two paradigms of female solidarity who showcase their passion and sincerity behind their commitment to bringing “awareness to female creatives, encouraging collaborations, and giving bad ass girl bosses the platform they deserve!” We had the pleasure of interviewing these two fine young LDYBYs where we were able to discuss body image, individual journey, the importance of women supporting one another in their endeavors, and much more! click to read more

D’Liz 

From the time I was born until the age of 11, I lived in Jersey City. Someone, though I can’t remember who, taught me to memorize my address: 339 Communipaw Avenue. If you asked my six year old self her address, she would recite it promptly and semantically satiated the way she would her name or her age. Jersey City was…

Dear Michelle Obama,

Woman, mother, wife, lawyer, writer, social activist, style icon, and first African American lady of the United States of America, it is my honor to have served this great nation with you, to have been implemented in everything you’ve accomplished. It is with great esteem that you have taken on the task of not solely becoming the wife of the president, but a figure of great influence for the American people and so many others. You are not a footnote in American history, you are a growing chapter in flux… click photo to read more.