Sometimes it feels like the culture of positivity on social media is erasing the most interesting parts of our lives: the crappy bike ride home in the rain, your favorite shoes the dog ate, the epic Pinterest fail of a cake you made. We all wish we could be the person we present on Instagram: In charge of it all, living our best lives (with the best filter). But life isn’t like that, and that’s worth celebrating. Sometimes the best stories are about your worst days.

Martial arts made me appreciate my body like never before. Here’s why.

Training has been truly revolutionary for me

How I came to terms with body hair (and decided to ditch Nair)

Growing up, I didn’t know any woman who had didn’t shave at least some of their body