Gemma Hartley

I hate some of the things I see my friends and family post on Facebook.

But I was yet to face the cold, hard fact that my lack of acceptance for my own body, was really a lack of acceptance for all the bodies I had falsely embraced for so long. Could I really love someone else’s ample stomach, when I could not love my own?

It wasn’t the name I would have picked — not originally, at least — but as days turned into weeks, it grew on me.

At Santa Rosa Christian School, dancing was a gateway drug. The gyrating, the slow romantic swaying...

The money is great, but it is not the best part of becoming a working mom. Having my own career has shifted the power balance of my relationship.

Last week, the internet went into an understandable uproar when a Christian woman decided to take to Facebook to talk about how she is

I felt unique in my passion for martial arts, my affinity for Call of Duty, my go-with-the-flow attitude toward boyish adventures. I wanted to be “one of the guys,” while still retaining the distinction of my sexuality. I longed to be the quintessential cool girl — desirable yet approachable. But in retrospect, all that really amounted to internalized misogyny.

Did you read “gymnastics for grown-ass adults” and get real excited? Like, where can I find this? How can I do this? This sounds awesome! 

Again and again I refuse to prioritize, refuse to let anything slide, at the expense of my physical and mental health.

Your dirty brown garbage water is a scourge upon the human race, and I'm here to say it's time to call it quits. Let's all just admit that coffee is disgusting, and move on with our lives. It has no place beside delicious breakfast foods, and it is high time we banned this foul liquid from sullying the world of brunch.