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Homegirls,

I think I was in college when I first heard the phrase claim your space. Looking at it now, it seems fairly self- explanatory, but I’m not sure what I thought it meant when I first heard it. So if you’re confused about what it means, trust me, you aren’t the only one.

Claim your space is one of those phrases that most people understand, but would explain or articulate differently, kind of like, “do you,”  or “man up,” or “recognize.” There is no one “right” definition for any of those phrases, but you know what it means when you hear it or when you say it.

For me,  claiming your space means establishing your place in the world and making your presence there known- kind of like putting your  own unique stamp on something, so people know that you where there, that it’s your space.  And that can happen where ever you are, in many different ways,  from running for student government in your school, to decorating your room at home, to performing at an open-mic night, or starting a new club or group. Or, for me, starting this blog.

But the thing about claiming your space that makes it difficult is that you have to own it, you have to be in control, and be willing to be noticed. And that’s one of the reasons it was so hard for me. I tend to be really shy around people that I don’t know well or in large groups. I detest public speaking or giving presentations of any kind. I was always a little annoyed when “class participation” was a high percentage of my grade, but I got over that, it just wasn’t natural for me.  So  I always thought I would write under a pseudonym (a name other than my own) or anonymously because that way, if anyone criticized what I wrote or thought I was a bad writer, I wouldn’t be put on blast for everyone to see. So that was my m.o.-  work behind the scenes, stay under the radar, and out of the spotlight. It was safer that way. And to be honest, I still am that way, to a large extent. I don’t think that that you have to talk the loudest or speak the most to be effective or to be a leader. But, I do think you have to be willing to take a stand and stick by your decision, publically.

I had a not-so-favorite professor say to my class once- “set up a blog and write under your real name,” no pseudonyms, no hiding on the Internet; take ownership for whatever you put out there and stand by it. And that stuck with me. So that’s why I blog under my real name. Because I stand by what I say here and I want you to feel like you know who you’re talking to (whenever you start commenting : )  It’s also quality control. I would never want my name associated with some crap, so blogging under my real name holds me accountable for making sure that what I put out there (in perpetuity online) is quality.

That said, I also wanted to post a picture of myself, which is also something that I do not do. I’m not one of those people on fb with 85 albums entitled “me.”  But I want this blog to be a space where we can talk and share and eventually get into some really heavy things, so I want you to feel like you know who you’re talking to and I realize that for some people, that means being able to see me.  So, in case you were wondering, here I am-

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And I encourage you, when you comment or write in (or even email if you prefer to keep it between us), to claim your space, whatever that means to you. It may not mean commenting under your full government name or posting a picture (safety first and always), but speak your mind (even if you disagree… especially if you disagree) and stand by what you say. We’re all big girls over here.

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Hey Girlies!

I know, I’ve gotta get these posts up earlier! But I am sticking to my “one-a-day” guideline, so work with me for now? Ok. So yesterday I mentioned to you that I helped create a magazine when I was 16  that was supposed to celebrate the beauty of all types of diversity right? Well, that idea came about because of some work I did with a group called Teen Women in Action (TWA). Every week, during the school year, we would meet after school and talk about issues that were important to teen girls and think of ways to help. My year,  we did what was called a “needs assessment,” – that is, we had to figure out what kind of help girls needed, so we went around our school and conducted individual interviews, group interviews and surveyed other girls to find out what were the biggest problems they faced in their lives- violence, grades, self-esteem, family, dating, sex, drugs, pregnancy etc. We found out that one of the things that most concerned the girls we talked to was body image (another big one was pregnancy). That summer, we went to work for The Young Woman’s Project (the organization that runs TWA) and worked in groups- the body image team, the pregnancy team, etc- to come up with projects that could help make a difference. I was on the body image team and we created this magazine. Good work if you can get it, no?

Anyway, years later it doesn’t seem like things have really changed. I could bore you with the details of an article I read about a new body image survey, but it’s fairly standard stuff- kids start worrying about body image before they become teenagers and these attitudes about their bodies affect their lives for years after. Girls feel extreme pressure to be thin (and were happier when they were thinner) and unhappiness can lead to eating disorders. This being Fashion Week in New York and the U.S. being the land of obese children and all, it got me to thinking about one of the exercises we had to do to encourage us to love all of ourselves. First, we had to think of the part of our bodies that we loved the most and the part that we hated the most. Then we had to- get this- write love letters to both. The idea was to force us to think about what we loved about our bodies, even the parts that we tend to hate. Well I found my old letters and, in addition to having a little laugh, I was kind of proud of myself.

My question to you is- what part of your body do you love the most and which part do you hate? What would you say if you had to write  a love letter to both? And would you be honest enough to tell the truth?

See, looking back at my letters, I see a half truth. The body part I said I loved, I really did love; but the body part I said I hated wasn’t the one I hated the most…it was just the one that I felt most comfortable admitting that I hated- and there is a big difference, trust me.

So, what say you ladies?

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…