There was a time in my life when I couldn’t conceive of feeling anything but disgusting with my beard grown out. But today I feel beautiful and powerful. The last time I grew it out my goal was to be more comfortable with it. This time it’s to own it. Owning the parts of our bodies that we’re supposed to be ashamed of is taking back our power. Finding beauty where we’re told there is only ugliness enriches us. My beard is no longer my secret shame. #unapologeticradicalseldlove #beardedladypride #redefiningfemininity #beardedfemmepride #365FeministSelfie #bonus #effyourbeautystandards #pizzasisters4lyfe

So I was watching a TV show on the History Channel, and they were talking about the possibility of reincarnation. They got onto the subject of birthmarks, and they could be scars from how we died in our past lives! Like, say, you have a small birthmark on the left side of your chest leading you to believe that maybe you died of a heart attack in your previous incarnation.

What do you guys think?

Please fire me. Last Christmas, one of the VPs in my office gave me a present. It was an old garden lamp full of dead bugs, dirt and cobwebs.  This year, she gave me a used scent stick diffuser. Does she think I can’t tell the difference between old and new?