My tattoo is beautiful… so why am I regretting it?

Earlier this year, I decided to go ahead with my plans for a half-sleeve tattoo. The tattoo itself is beautiful, and for a very long time I was happy with it, but now I'm feeling some regrets. I don't want to get rid of it; I want to love it. I want to learn how to accept not only this part of my body, but other parts of myself.


Wait, is offbeat Botox a thing?

I'm nearing 40, and while I think aging is pretty cool, and like how I look these days (I'm in better shape than I was in my 20s!)… I don't like the furrows between my eyebrows. It's less that they make me look old… and more that they make me look mad! I got a Groupon for Botox and decided I wanted to try it. Afterwards, I told my husband and he got really upset…


Caroline Rothstein on feminism and bikini waxes

…Yet here I am, month in and month out, dropping my pants for a stranger, letting her slide hot, green, organic wax along my vulva, around my labia, and across my lower abdomen with a thick, pale wooden popsicle stick just so I can feel “clean.” How can I subject a part of my body with such a complicated narrative to this hedonistic ritual and still call myself a feminist?


Wild and crazy: A curly hair journey to acceptance

My hair is, and always has been, curly. Unruly, wild curls. Frizzy, big curls. Messy. My hair didn't grow down, my hair grew out. Nothing cascaded down my back except sweat in the summer. My hair wouldn't hold a barrette and it had an aversion to combs. It wasn't as beautiful as an afro or tight enough to control. It was just crazy. Somewhere around college and after, I stopped fighting my hair. I got tired of hating it. Correction: I didn't have enough time to hate it. And my entire opinion on my hair changed.