This one is about the patriarchy, gender identity, and Euro-centric beauty norms (aka, racism). It starts with my name, and the question: “do you prefer Kim, or Kimberly?” I was born a Kimberly. A female. A little girl who grew to question her place in girldom. At 13, I shaved…

Pre-pandemic, I was really bad at doing nothing. I, like many type-A people I know, married someone who excels at this — but I have always been on the go, chasing something, feeling restless in silence and stillness. Vacations are the perfect example of this. My ideal vacation was in…

Here we are, another holiday season filled with death an uncertainty. My holiday plans have been altered and I wonder what will come in the new year — death, eLearning, more hopelessness. I planned on going to a Korean spa with my closest friends — friends that I’ve met with…

The increasingly dire news about omicron and the fate of our planet has us in a depression spiral akin to the vibe in the Lars Von Trier film Melancholia. …

I just saw the news of bell hooks’ passing. Her impact is immeasurable, and her loss profound. I want to acknowledge that I owe Black, queer women. They have, and continue to, teach me the most about myself and others. They continue to do the most to liberate. They continue…

I had a realization tonight as I undressed for bed, my chubby thighs rubbing and my saggy stomach hanging over my underwear — my fatness is activism. I’ve long kept unshaven armpits and legs and viewed them as symbols of my right to my body and to comfort; in honoring…