The Fist Fighter | Chelsea Houston

The snow on the ground was stained crimson with blood; that’s what I remember about the first fight. Since then, I’ve noticed that all of my fights take place during the winter. Maybe it’s because I like seeing blood in the snow, the stark contrast between the white…

I’ve Always Been A Wish Girl | Mahjabeen Syed

I’ve always been a “wish,” girl.

I wish I had different colored eyes, I wish I could pull off lighter hair, I wish I could have better skin, I wish my nose was smaller, I wish, I wish, I wish…

Evening | Caroline Klidonas

Post-dinner, colander still in the sink. I’m on my knees, thrusting a barbed plastic stick into my shower drain. Clot after clot of hair, milky grey, what looks like wet paper. And the smell — my stomach muscles kick.

I Don’t Mean to Upset You, Mom, but I think I’m Enough | Ayah Elbeyali

my mom presses her fingertips to her eyelids,
as though helping them carry the weight
of always having to be patient.
she whispers,
“why was I given such difficult, such picky daughters?”

How I Learned the True Meaning of Hypocrisy | Samantha Ventrella

No, I do not want to talk about how my mom and Paul are not sleeping in the same bed anymore.
I’ve seen how that shit plays out, how it first just starts off with them sleeping in different beds and ends with them…

We’ve got a store!

As of January 2015, The Fem has a Zazzle store where we sell pins, stickers, mugs, and even more items that show that you’re…