Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

I hated middle school. I hated my bullies.

I even hate using the word “bully.” The word itself makes me think of juveniles and bad acne.

During those years, there were days I would come home bitter and tearful. The bullying was so bad that even a few teachers would join in.

I left middle school happy knowing that I’d never have to cross paths with any of those people ever again.

So what do you do when one of those bullies messages you on Facebook years later?

My double mastectomy made me reevaluate: What do my breasts mean to me?

The decision had been weighing on me since I tested positive for the BRCA2 gene

I used to think there was one way to have a relationship. Then I discovered polyamory.

Practicing ethical non-monogamy isn’t just freeing; it’s true to who I am

How I learned to embrace my Asian curls

I used to wonder why my hair didn’t look like other girls’. Now I welcome my natural texture.