By Jenn Anderson
She had been experiencing pain for a few days, but it wasn’t until the fourth day that it became unbearable. She arranged for a family member to watch the baby and went to the hospital. The nurses found her a bed and every once in a while checked back with her to gauge the level of pain she was experiencing. After three hours, one of the nurses offhandedly remarked, “If you were a guy, you’d already be in surgery.” Apparently, it is common knowledge between the nurses that many men who come in with pain don’t do well with having to wait and endure before being treated. Instead, they are very vocal about being in pain, and insistent that they be treated right away.
By Sukriti K. Dabral
The other day, I overheard a friend of mine describe her experience of trying on a bridesmaid’s dress. Measured some time ago, she went back with the other girls to pick up their new gowns. Holding it up in the shop, she had a feeling it wasn’t going to fit, and so to avoid the humiliation, she waited until she got home to try it on. As she’d predicted, the dress didn’t fit her. And as she’d predicted, she felt humiliated. “It was disgraceful! It was, seriously, just disgusting,” I hear her exclaim, notes of true shame and anguish in her usually bold voice.
This is a picture that I took about a year ago. ToughxCookies was running a photo contest called ‘Flaws,’ where readers were encouraged to send pictures of the parts of their bodies that they hated the most. The response, honestly, was overwhelming, and the bravery of the women who submitted was awe-inspiring. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.
By Stephanie Ambroise
I’m going to argue my point about how men, or should I say “a man,” should have a say in abortion decisions. Now, I don’t know how many of you read my other article about slut pride, but I actually ended up receiving a lot of questions about abortion. One of them was something along the lines of, “If a woman wants to have the baby, but the man does not and he makes it clear to the woman, and the woman ends up having the baby, should said man be enslaved to work for her then?”
By Stephanie Ambroise
“So, what we’re going to be doing you pap smear today, so what I’m going to need you to do is to take all your clothes off and get into this robe.”
“Even my underwear?”
The nurse (or pap smear person) walked out, leaving me to observe the room. There are very few moments in my life where I can remember being this uncomfortable.
By Rae Pagliarulo
This is in response to this article regarding a bill being considered in Arizona state legislature that would legalize discrimination against women, or more specifically, anyone who may use The Pill at any given time, regardless of gender, because it’s totally for men, too, in case you didn’t know.
I have been on the pill in some way, shape, or form since I was a sprightly seventeen years old. In high school, my periods were so bad that I would miss 3-4 days of school a month and waste so much money on panty-liners, pads, and faddy period pills that did nothing to help my severe cramping and disturbingly heavy flow. I’m talking scenes from The Walking Dead here, people. When it was time to ship me off to college, my mom knew that being out of commission for a week of classes and bleeding like a stuck pig was not an option. She put me on the pill, and I happily rode through college with a delightfully manageable flow, and PMS more like the kind women in romantic comedies get – you cry through a Meg Ryan movie, eat some ice cream, wear your “fat pants” for a day or two, and you’re done.
By Rosara Torrisi
In the past two years, I’ve thought a lot about body hair. Should I shave? wax? use some other strange chemical product that somehow burns the hair off my legs or vulva? I’ve had a series of debates with myself and others about the removal of body hair, and I think I’ve boiled it down to these key points.
By Lindsey Cain
So, I jumped at the chance to write this piece. I thought it could be powerful, empowering. I thought I could do it without disclosing. SIGH. I think that is the quintessential basis of this topic: when (or when not) to come out as a victim of childhood sexual abuse and how to handle the aftermath. So, here it goes.
In the interest of honesty, especially within the safe space of the ToughxCookies community, I have some personal experience with this topic. While this is not intended to be about my experience, I will tell you that what I have learned about myself and this topic is paramount. Please take the following words to heart, whether you are a survivor yourself, or just trying to understand.