Category: Women
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Internalized Misogyny
“Question for you. I don’t wear lipstick. If I want a light tint, any recommendations? Something that will suit my face.” I text my good friend first thing in the morning. What ensues is a conversation that lingers long after I have said my byes, made lunch, washed my hair and mapped out the rest of the day.…
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Woman-ing In Menopause
I stand at the bottom of the flight of stairs, the task seeming unsurmountable. My heel screams in pain when I put my weight on it. I trudge upstairs, stopping in the middle to take stock of this life, this moment. I stare into the mirror moments later looking at myself critically. My face is…
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International Women’s Day: Regression Edition
I note the date at the bottom corner of my laptop and realize tomorrow is International Women’s Day. I am already dreading the deluge of “wishes” from corporates and people alike. Just this week, my news feeds on every social media app I am on is filled with horrors against women and children. Sexual assault,…
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Where Is My Village? #RoeVWade
Tomorrow will mark one week since Politico published the leaked draft opinion overturning Roe V Wade. It has been one week of raging, puzzling, crying and wanting to burn it all down. As the days pass and we as a collective, get used to the notion that our children will live in a world with…
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November Is Coming
Early this morning, I showered and got ready in record time for a couple of my friends to come pick me up. We were headed to a fundraising event by the newly launched Empower PAC to support our local candidates. One friend was delivering a speech, another was running for office. I was excited for…
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On Being A Woman And Womanhood
I sit next to my mother. She is laughing as she tells me that my sister says things very similar to the things I say. I laugh with her, commiserating on the joys of being a mother, wife, daughter and donning all of these womanly roles in our lives. It is just one of the…
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Unsung Heroes: The Woman In My Life
“Vandhacha?” I text my sister. The message says delivered but there is no response. I put my phone down and walk around the house. I clear the sink, I grind the coconut, green chiles, curry leaves, and cumin. I check my phone every once in a while. It is when I am tempering cumin in…
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Things We Don’t Talk About
I woke this afternoon from my nap feeling gross. My body is going through a period of change. In the erratic swinging of hormones, I find myself raging relentlessly. Sometimes I rage physically, my voice reaching octaves higher than normal. Some days, I sit in the corner of my bathroom raising the middle finger to…