2014 may have been the year of the nipple (#FreeTheNipple), but 2015 is definitely the year of the bush (#PubeGame). Pubic hair is so popular right now, it's vogue. From mild to moderate tuffs, harbouring tiny strands of love in between your legs has been all the rage so far this year and it has no intention of slowing down.
Aside from self-love, there is another self-healing method you can try -- taking driving courses. This actually works a little bit like therapy since you are essentially asking yourself to face one of your greatest fears, which is driving. By having your driving instructor walk you through driving procedures, you may gain a clearer sense of control and the environment around you whenever you drive.
over the years and through a lot of bad encounters and relationships, I adapted and went from sweet and innocent to sexy vixen with an edge. Now that I am in a happy and committed relationship, I have some valuable advice for all of those single girls out there. I wish I had this kind of wisdom when I was on the hunt for my Prince.
I continue to carry those words with me: "fat", "ugly", "lazy", "worthless". My one positive attribute was my smarts, and I owned being smart. I shaped myself into the female equivalent of Anthony Michael Hall's character in The Breakfast Club: a dorky loner who was thrilled when she got her first pair of prescription eyeglasses.
If you look around the Internet you'll find that most advice for the 30-something crowd centres around how to find your future mate. Why nobody is talking about how enjoyable and acceptable it is to be happy, in lieu of a partner, is beyond me. I must have missed the memo when being 30 and single was declared an alternative lifestyle.
We can't be Sally Field on Oscar night all the time. We will all be served with harsh criticisms, strange accusations, and cruel comments every once in a while, and it's how we deal with it that really demonstrates the true nature of our character. If you know who you are and strive to be the best person that you can be, you have nothing to worry about.
You've just woken up from a deep sleep and then remember that you've been romping all night with the Sandman who may also happen to be your Ex. That's when the WTF moment kicks in. Sex dreams happen to everyone. Sometimes they are as pleasurable as riding white horses in the meadow with George Clooney or getting naughty with Mila Kunis' legs wrapped around your waist.
Being a good partner sometimes means renegotiating communication strategies so that the question "What's wrong?" isn't perpetually sloughed off. It sometimes means breathing through a bad few months and saying, "I accept this, I can do this, I don't have to fight it," even as you keep fighting for the relationship itself.
The ability to digitally transmit information and, moreover sexually intimate content in particular, has lead to interesting results. This new age trend has hit our mobile units by storm, and let's be honest -- where there's digital technology, there's someone else trying to have sex with it. Because well, orgasms. Here are a few tips to making sure you have a successful #sexypic exchange.
Most of what I am about to tell you is contrary to what you might have been taught or have come to believe in. I have to share this with you because it's just too good not to and because it's something that we need to place more emphasis on. It began with that one word, the one that sometimes we're even afraid to say. Are you ready?
I've been thinking a lot about this interview with Lisa Kudrow about the nose job she got when she was in high school. My first thought is that I want to go back in time and hug teenaged Lisa Kudrow. Most of all, I want to tell her that I get it, because I've been there. I feel sad that I've spent most of my adult life feeling so goddamn unattractive.
Weirdly, Tetris has given me a way that I can practice going easy on myself. I don't have to maintain a spot on someone else's leader board, or have each game trump my last. I can be more... zen. I can relax. And, much to my surprise, this zen feeling has translated into other areas of my life. And, much to my surprise, this zen feeling has translated into other areas of my life.
My mother came out of the clothing store change room wearing a long-sleeved pink sweatshirt. When she came out, smiling at me, I could tell she felt confident. Her smile vanished the second she saw herself. "I look fat." It's a difficult feeling to describe, when you see your mother so wounded by her own reflection.
The importance of self-love is something that has never been lost on me, but it was something that, until recently, I could only really pinpoint in others. Without self-love, I found myself in relationships, friendships, and other situations which were not healthy. But self-love has nothing to do with anyone except you.
It's always been a big question to me where my comfort lies in the area of revealing my body. Am I am doing the world any good when I show off my frame? Am I building self-confidence or feeding the machine that tells us women should be seen, not heard. And better yet, women should be nearly naked, and perpetually on display in 2012?