Interview of Joanna Nilson by Zadie McCracken // Photograph by Marta Braggio // Lots of women have periods but some women don’t, so it’s important to remember that when we have these types of discussions. That can be for a bunch of reasons – they’re trans, they have hormonal issues or have had a hysterectomy…some men have periods!Read More
Writing by Giulia Nicosia // Photograph by Stefania Papagni // Why is it that we talk about acceptance and self-love and then congratulate people for losing weight – a congratulation that causes the brain to release dopamine for engaging in a forced act we feel the need, but most probably not the desire to execute?Read More
Writing by Freya Bennett // Photograph by Makeda Sandford // From the first class, I was hooked. I ended up doing boxing twice a week and a Yin yoga class to balance everything out and wind down. My anxiety all but disappeared and I think I discovered that for me, I need to get myself to exhaustion in order to help my brain relax.Read More
Writing by Sophie Pellegrini // Illustration by Billie Morris // Weightlifting is one more way I get to defy the patriarchy as I build muscle, growing stronger and bigger, resisting the voices in my head and all around me that say I would be worth more if there were less of me.Read More
Writing by Sophie Pellegrini // Photograph by Sandra Lazzarini // Recently someone expressed some concern to us that our Instagram page is too “pornographic” and we thought we’d take a moment to (briefly) address the concern.Read More
Interview by Zadie McCracken // Photograph by Sandra Lazzarini // I think that it’s annoying having all those other symptoms, like cramps and everything. If I didn’t get those, I’d probably actually enjoy getting my period.Read More
Writing by Ferris Knight // Photograph by Liat Meir // By not loving my body, I am not fat-hating, I am self-hating. I wish I could be happy at whatever size, whether that be fat or thin or anything in between.Read More
Writing by Zadie McCracken // Photograph by Sandra Lazzarini // I’m sitting in an abandoned classroom. It’s just become spring, and sun filters in through a half-open window. The ceiling is pattern with holes, and I’m lounging on a desk, my laptop open in front of me.