I love the variety in the shapes and how not boring the pieces were. And a few of them clothing articles, if worn by themselves, would be insane in such an awesome way that I would endure the public humiliation to wear them outside. Bonus: if you get put in an asylum because you look crazy, you're already dressed for…

There was a dishwasher where I worked that was always trying to hug me. It was annoying sometimes but sometimes it was a terrifying thing. Hugging is a full body grab! I'm a small person. He is much bigger. I don't want to be pressed up against him. One time he wouldn't stop trying to hug me when I got locked outside…

Whatever force drives the universe, I would like to make a promise: if I ever become rich and famous, I will wear dresses like these dresses every single day and go around pretending to be, like, Glinda the Good Witch, doing good deeds and spreading kindness and whatnot. Deal?

There is NOTHING WRONG WITH MEN LIKING "WOMEN" THINGS. This is because there is a) nothing wrong with women! Feminine doesn't mean sucky! And b) not really "girl" and "boy" tastes, just a lot of cultural programming that we are already trying to say no to on women's end. This kind of mocking isn't cool.

You would think that those would be appealing qualities in a mate, right? It has always confused me when people act like being a perma-teenager is a GOOD thing. Teens are awful! Adulthood rocks! But then, youth is attractive to those types for entirely disturbing reasons.

I have not, but I'm thinking I will need to. I've been puking pretty much nonstop since I went on antibiotics and the current state of affairs is just. Not. Doable. Tomorrow I'm going back to the doc- not the antidepressant jerk- and I will ask for a referral to a Lyme specialist. 12-13 years! Good god! I would love…

The age cut-off is interesting, isn't it? I just turned twenty six, so this guy wouldn't be interested in me (so, hooray, feeling is mutual.) Turning twenty five, I felt like a much better person than I had been before. I wouldn't want to marry the younger version; that person still has growing up to do. Hell, I still…

Oh no, crying just gets you antidepressants. Good luck and best wishes finding your answer; your story hit close to home. And if there's anything I've learned it's that a dismissive doctor faced with tears will take you even less seriously. Crying ladies can't be crying for extremely legitimate reasons; they're just…

I'm sure Prozac would fix your sinus issues, just like it sure helped with my horrid gut problems and all that Lyme I was riddled with. Oh wait, no; I mean, the opposite. Can we get refunds or something? Because that isn't even trying.

I have crohn's disease and, as I JUST FOUND OUT, I have had Lyme disease FOR ALMOST A YEAR. Male doctor, however, said I looked healthy; when I insisted, he tried prescribing antidepressants in lieu of doing any diagnostic tests. Thanks! Competent doctoring!

For a while, I was in great shape; I've got pleasant enough facial features and long, shiny hair. But I had absolutely, disfiguringly bad acne. I didn't scar, but my body is crazy about inflammation so I was just ridiculously red and lumpy. It took months of trying anything, feeling hideous, and then Accutane…

After going from 130 to 110 pounds (I'm short, so that was a big change!) and despite having access to my medical history, what with Crohn's disease, a male doctor commented favorably on the weight loss and suggested I be sure to exercise regularly. Despite the fact that I came to see him because of abdominal pain…

I'm finally feeling alive again after being sick for another spell. That means I can work on art projects! I haven't drawn for such a long time that thinking about how long it has been makes me feel panicked. Instead I've been taping paint color sample cards to the wall of my room whenever my gut feels well enough.…

I was at a party one where a man I hadn't met before decided, despite having no logical reason to believe this would EVER HAPPEN, that he was going to sleep with me. He even announced it to another guy there (who I ended up dating for three years) RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, that he was going to "hit that." I laughed in his…

Going braless and summertime have really taught me that the part of my body that sweats the most is the boobs. Under-boob wet spots. Every time. Through shirts! Grosssss.

Story of my summer. Besides, as I tell my boyfriend every time he starts looking at me funny, how much could women get done if we weren't forced to waste our time doing things to meet some artificial beauty standard that just need to keep doing every damn day to maintain? It's hot outside. My energy is finite. I'm…

I'm eating some leftovers right now, and they're delicious, and I'm very happy to have them.

I shared mine. I've shared mine many times before, and I wish I had done it more eloquently this time, but this is day four of a severe headache. I have no regrets and no shame regarding my decision. This is what I sent in.

I know my place. It's above moronic cretins. I know my role, too; when faced with people like that, my role is to do all the serious thinking, since I'd be the one with the brains.

I used to wear a 32DDD but about two months ago, I stopped wearing bras (aside for at work, and today, at the dentist.) It all started as a whim, when that French study came out that claimed that wearing bras all the time actually withered your breasts by allowing your body not to make the necessary supporting tissue.