I had a man tell me that if my ideals don't agree with his Facebook status, then I shouldn't comment. I had him tell me that my feminism is going to my head. I had him tell me that I need to tone it down, for the sake of myself and the men of which I'm letting down. I had this man, that...

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Zoey versus Zoe: a battle I’ve endured for a long 27 years. One that I sometimes chose to fight and other times chose to ignore. My name. My name was under constant (unintentional) scrutiny. During my earlier years it was something my parents stood up for, declaring wild intent for the selection of my name and its meaning. Dating back to my father’s...

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Transformation is not easy. It's frightening, uncomfortable, and sometimes undesirable. "I don't wanna change!" we yell to our innermost selves as we pretend to be content with who we are. As we convince ourselves that we don't need to change—that much.  Lots have changed in my life within the last month despite my opposition. I've adapted and chalked it up to this being...

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It read: "My last day will be October 7, 2016." It was written in bold. It was more of a declaration than a resignation. It was the fulfillment of a promise I made myself. The period at the end of that statement was not only the end of the sentence but the end of playing their game. The 'come to work, smile like everything's...

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I cringe at the sight of misspellings and errors—though there are few. I jot down the wrong notes, avoid asking questions, and my memory often leads me astray. But, I do not like mistakes. I despise being wrong, and the lengths I go to protect myself from that has become alarming. Parading in perfectionism and evading responsibility from anything that's less than, has...

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