Category: Loving Ourselves

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What’s your name, Goddess?

by Katina Hubbard

In a Venice, CA juice bar, a girl peeked over the counter to ask me a question:

“Wha sh ss gwen-ed?”
To which I replied, “Excuse me?”
“What’s your name, Nosshneis?”
Confused and frustrated by the whizzing blenders, I looked at her carefully for a moment. Did I know her from somewhere? After a pause I realized I’d never before seen her lovely face, and asked again, “What?”

Wonder Woman: “An amazon princess comes to the world of man to become one of the greatest superheroes of all time,” losing 90% of her clothes in the process.

To which she replied, clearly and loudly, “What’s your name, Goddess?”

Shocked by what she’d said and how rudely I’d ruined her delivery I said simply, “uh, Katina, what’s yours?” She told me and made another smoothie. I didn’t amend our awkward interaction, but what she said stuck with me for days.

We’re all trying to be better people. For me, specifically, a better woman, and a better Katina. There’s our little goals to be more healthy, get a better job, have a healthier relationship, but what if there’s a current running through all of us, that can make us become the better selves we want to be? What if there’s a secret?

Depending on the situation, a woman can become either a “goddess,” or a “bitch,” says Naomi Wolf in her latest novel, Vagina: A New Biography. Though there have been mixed reviews of this book, I find this tidbit anecdotally and personally kind-of-true.

If I’m happy, confident, well nourished, and un-stressed, I act loving, kind, generous, and healing to those I’m around me.

But if I’m tired, stressed, disrespected, insecure, resentful, or overwhelmed, I can become snappy, judgmental, pushy, impatient, and borderline rude. Dare I say it, bitchy.

We’re all dynamic, unique souls, and I don’t mean to generalize. But what I do want for myself and for all the women in my life, is to be more of a “Goddess,” more of the time.

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75 Years After Amelia Earhart: Are You Battling Your Own Beauty?

One of history’s most courageous and successful women: losing face to her freckles

by Katina Hubbard

The recent discovery of Amelia Earhart’s freckle cream sheds light on her mysterious disappearance…and on American women’s legacy of hating our bodies!

Freckle cream? Amelia Earhart, the first woman to complete a trans-Atlantic flight and attempt to fly around the world, was trying to get rid of her FRECKLES!?!

So much so that she included the cream in her must-bring bag when she attempted to fly around the world?

Not only do I think she is drop dead gorgeous, but she was one of the most empowered woman in history: a talented, brave, and bold explorer of human limits in a world where women were intended for bearing children and stirring pots. Who gives a f*$k about her freckles?

She did. And we all do…

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BE THE CHANGE YOU WISH TO SEE IN YOUR BOYFRIEND*: Part I

*HUSBAND/LOVER/FRIEND/GIRLFRIEND/WHATEVER RELATIONSHIP YOU’RE IN

by Katina Hubbard

Three of my closest friends broke up this weekend. Not with each other, but with their respective partners. I try not to let astrological predictions effect my life, instead I let astrological wisdom support me in navigating the energies of the world. But when Susan Miller’s astrological forecast for this weekend (two days before and after April 15th) said “hide under a rock,” I took note.

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You Can Blame Me For Our Sexist Society, And Stop Calling Me Beautiful

by Katina Hubbard

Ashley Judd had a bad face day. If that’s even possible…

Ashley Judd lashed back at the media when they took her “puffy face” and turned it into a rumor frenzy

So the media did it’s usual thing and went nuts jabbing, jeering, and judging her, including alleged “obvious” plastic surgery and how her husband’s probably looking for a new wife because she’s become “fat.” The American media turned a slightly puffy face into a failed person and a failed marriage. So Ashley Judd did the uncanny, she told the media how it made her feel.

With all due respect, considering how horrible media blow-ups can be, this one is a cakewalk compared to egregious treatment other celebrities (with actual plastic surgery and verified wandering spouses) deal with. But I do feel slightly bad for Lindsay Lohan and think Ashley is right in using this incident as an indicator that we’re all suffering, every day, from a toxic atmosphere of body consciousness.

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Single or Paired-off: It’s Time to Get Engaged

By Joshunda Sanders

Graffiti helps some of us cope with the deep sadness and pressure associated with finding “The One”

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This Valentine’s Day, I’m thrilled to host my first guest writer, Joshunda Sanders. Her blog regularly takes my breath away, inspiring me to delve deeper into the love and pain in my writing. She has worked as a  journalist at the Houston Chronicle, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and the San Francisco Chronicle, in addition to publishing articles at Bitch Magazine, VIBE Magazine, and many others. You can currently find her teaching in the Journalism Department at the University of Texas. I dare you not to lose/find yourself in this post.

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In my twenties, I lived on the West Coast.

Around the year I turned 25, I was living in California, land of the free, home of the hippies. The Bay Area Joan Didion made come alive for me was not the post-dot com environment that I slurped soup in. But what I loved about it was that I could just do whatever I wanted. I could work out with a group of other single people on steps overlooking Lake Merritt down the street from the Peacock Building where I lived in a cramped studio. Or I could run around the lake, when I got strong enough. I took a meditation class, and learned to love the Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning, with a cup of Peet’s Coffee afterwards.

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Being Loved from the Inside Out

by Katina Hubbard

We know what it feels like to be loved by our parents, friends, and/or significant others. But what does it feel like to be loved from the inside out?

At a young age, I learned how to ‘play small’

I grew up as a “pretty” girl. I was skinny, with a nice complexion, and had fortunate genetic makeup from 16 generations of white men fathering children with Native-American and African-American women.

And I remember feeling beautiful. I danced in public without fear of judgment. I ran around the beach in a swimsuit without noticing my bare skin. I crouched by the creek to find frogs without wondering if I was normal. I felt beautiful because I had no definition of what beautiful was. I was just me.

This is how we all start out, every one of us. We come out of the womb exactly perfect. All unique, but generally accepted as cute, adorable, and lovable. Then at some point, someone clues us into what “beautiful” is. Whether it’s at age 4 when someone points at our belly hanging over our tutu, or at age 3 when we compare ourselves to our Barbie dolls, or when we’re even younger and we intuitively hear the silent thoughts of others comparing us to a standard definition of “beauty.”

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Marriage: As Meaningful As You Make It?

by Katina Hubbard

I’m basically obsessed with marriage, probably because of my parents’ divorce and my Disney-princess ideas about love. I was proposed to about 5 times before I turned 25. I was engaged once, and felt how heavy a lifetime felt. My ideas about marriage have evolved since then, even to the point where I’m okay if I don’t get married or have kids. My life is about me and my purpose, and if I can’t fit statistically prevalent life events into it, I can still have a fulfilling, prosperous, and meaningful life.

From Disney movies to reality TV…the purpose of marriage is elusive