High waisted, boot cut, boyfriend, high-rise, skinny, super skinny, mid-rise, baby boot, flare and the list goes on. Are you overwhelmed yet? Because I usually was when I walked into a clothing store to a wall full of pantalones of different shades, styles and names. And let me be real: shopping has always been one of my favorite activities—except when it came to buying pants. It's been a journey to find the "perfect" fit. More: 14 Designers That Showcase Women of All Shapes & Sizes It all started when I was a kid. I went to Catholic school my whole life, so my wardrobe consisted mainly of uniforms. To break it down: all I ever worried about was my skirt length and rotating three pairs of jeans over the weekend. Keep in mind, these were the days when the hottest brands were Pepe, Enyce and Baby Phat, and you only had to choose between baggy and tight AF. When I got to college, things changed. I remember going shopping for fall looks as a freshman. I grabbed about ten pairs of jeans and zoomed to the dressing room. I tried on the first five and NONE of them worked. There were tears in my eyes because some made my muffin top pop out, while others were too long or too short. It was just a hot mess. I remember sitting in the dressing room wondering if my hips were a failure or if my curves were a problem in the fashion world, because, in that moment, it really felt like they were. That night, I went home and expressed my anger to my mother, telling her I wish I had a “model” body, like I often saw on most of the ads. She let me vent and ultimately reminded me to keep my head up. I was very stubborn, and, instead of heeding her advice, I decided I'd never buy jeans again. And I didn't for an entire year. During my time denim-free, I wore skirts, shorts with stockings and lots of dresses, and I got a lot of beautiful compliments about my legs and body. Soon, I started to see what others did: I was beautiful in the body I was already in. So, after some self-love and polling my primas and amigas on where they shopped, I decided to go for the gold and give this jean thing another try. It was autumn, and I walked into a department store and scoped out the staff for a woman with a body type like mine. I found her – thank God, because she lifted me back up. She gave me four different pairs with different styles and fits. I went into the dressing room and knew that my Jean Fairy Godmother was sent to me just in time because I left with all four pairs. Plus: Wedgie Jeans Are Here To Give You The Perky Booty Of Your Dreams Fashion Lesson Alert: Practice body positivity the next time you go jean shopping, and don't wait a year to revisit a style no matter what. Embrace your curves, and rock the illest denim. Being BoPo can be one of the hardest habits to instill in your life, but it is totally possible. You can practice body positivity with these three keys: embracing your body, not letting the media tell you how to look and wearing clothes that make you feel fly. Happy shopping, chicas !
The 2016 election has been historic for any number of reasons, not least of which is the emergence of Hillary Clinton as the first woman to gain the nomination of a major American political party. As a Black woman covering this campaign, I have been well aware of both its historic nature, and the narratives that could easily be missed if there weren’t correspondents like me “on the bus.” While there are still not enough of us in the newsroom, women, and women of colour, have been key to keeping the narratives of the campaign representative of a country whose demographics and culture are changing fast.
As the oldest part of the Bible states, the Internet giveth, and the Internet maketh you crazy. Confession: I spent like 17 years in Catholic School without actually cracking a Bible but I know it’s gotta be in there somewhere, and if it isn’t …we need to update that thing, ASAP.
I met him at a party during my sophomore year in college. He was a few years older than me, an all-star athlete, and a definite "bad boy" who I knew from my hometown. Our relationship began when uncertainty about my major and over-scheduling led me to withdraw from classes and return ...
I scroll through my phone like everyone else. I see the world filtered and duckfaced like every other woman does. And sometimes I’m almost convinced that’s real.
My husband and I got married on February 20th, 2016 after a year of being engaged. It was a pretty stressful process. We changed our date at least three times, our budget kept getting smaller, and the guest list went up and down, but I have to honestly say that in the end I was very happy with my wedding.
For the past four months, I’ve been the anonymous blogger behind a blog called “Confessions of a Texas Sugar Baby.” My blog has attracted nearly 8,000 followers from all over the world, and although it’s fictional, almost everything in it is based on a true story from my time as a sorority girl sugar baby. Before joining a sorority at the University of Texas-Austin at the beginning of my freshman year, I’d been a cheerleader in high school, so I wasn’t completely naïve about the stereotypes and social dynamics that define the Greek system.
I had been tearfully begging my fiancé, Scott, to start trying to have a baby for a couple of months. He wanted to wait until after the wedding, and while I accepted that was the most prudent decision for everyone involved, I couldn't talk myself out of wanting it.Then we "pulled the goalie" once, ...
If you were to look at my Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter, it would seem that I have lots of close friends - but the truth is, I’m one of the loneliest people I know.
Photography by Lauren Perlstein By Kelsey Miller Whenever I’m asked about personal style, my first response has been to say, “I’ve never been interested in fashion, because the fashion industry has never been interested in me.” Kind of a snotty reply to a softball question — though I wasn’t wrong. 4. Sexy clothes, lest anyone think I was trying to be sexy. 8. Oh, except yoga pants! Can I just wear yoga pants everywhere, forever? I am, somehow, a grown-up lady, and while that doesn’t require me to maintain a closet full of high-end designer labels, I do think I should feel capable of dressing myself in something other than yoga pants sometimes.
Like Marilyn Monroe, Loni Venti wears bold red lipstick, loves winged eyeliner, dyes her hair platinum blonde and styles it in a shoulder-length bob, loves ‘50s-inspired dresses, and favors cat-eye sunnies. But, like her idol, the beauty editor struggles with crippling insecurity. “I’ve tried hypnotism, therapy, personal trainers, and The Secret. But any time things lighten up a bit, my confident outlook quickly fizzles and I’m back in an endless hole of self-doubt,” she said.