Jamaica

No one ever told me that relaxing would be such a hard thing to do.

As our lovely Editor-In-Chief jets off to a body positive retreat at #BabecampJamaica, we're following her along for a week of ocean

As our lovely Editor-In-Chief jets off to a body positive retreat at #BabecampJamaica, we're following her along for a week of ocean air

Gather round, ladies and gentlemen, for the story of how a jellyfish stung me on my ass. It hurt. I got peed on. By several people, a few of them strangers. I would not recommend being stung on the ass by a jellyfish.

Did you know the whole sky is stars?

The bag of weed is the size of my forearm. I don’t know how to judge weed quantities, but Glen tells me everyone can carry two ounces. I assume that’s how much. However much, it’s A LOT. The buds are still attached to the... stalk of the plant? The branch? Whatever, the weed is on a stick. It's weed on a stick.

Every inch of skin that can experience a breeze is urgently needed in Jamaica. This makes choosing the tank top and short shorts so much easier. It takes the thinking out of wearing very little clothes for me, and being scantily clad is still an exercise in vulnerability.

Spotted: Downtown SF