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Every year, the Solstice Parade, which features naked bike riding, starts the same for me: cold sweats and regrets.

It isn’t until I disappear into a crowd of naked, painted riders that I start to feel more comfortable in my own skin.

It’s easy to forget the purpose of our bodies: to transport us, to bring us joy and pleasure, to guide us as we experience the world.

I remind myself every day that my worth is not measured by how others see me, and ironically, nothing makes me more confident in that fact than riding naked in a parade.

A perfectly curated Instagram feed isn’t real life. Let’s celebrate our worst days instead.

Enough with ‘good vibes only’

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