I’m Not The Enemy, You’re Not The Competition, We’re In This Together

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By Becky Houdesheldt

Can I just say that I am tired? I am so tired. I’m tired of using other women as a barometer of how I feel about myself on any given day. I’m tired of constantly feeling as though I’m less than because I’m not as thin as I once was, and envying women who appear to be walking around without a care in the world. I’m tired of making assumptions about women that I don’t know because of my own insecurities. I’m tired of making other women competition in my mind.

I’m tired of wearing undergarments that physically hurt me in order to appear as though my physique is different than what it actually is. It’s exhausting. I am never equal, I’m always better than or less than. It is absurd. I’m tired of hating myself because I don’t fit into what society says is beautiful. I’m tired of basing my value on what I think I see in the mirror. Continue reading

George Michael’s Death Made Me Come Out

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By Cece Flores

For as long as I can remember, Last Christmas has been my favourite Christmas song (yes it’s a Christmas song, that’s not up for debate because the word is right in the title). I don’t know what to tell you, I’m extremely emo and love a good falsetto. But more than just for the fact that it’s a poignant ballad about a holiday that always makes me feel alone, it meant a lot to me because George Michael wrote it.

I put myself onto George Michael after watching him perform Somebody To Love at a tribute concert for Freddie Mercury, my hero. I remember sitting there in complete awe hearing him crush those vocals, something I was sure no one was going to be able to do. That performance was only the beginning of my love and appreciation for George. Continue reading