This weekend, May 18-20: 24 experts share their secrets on sex, intimacy and healing.
Usually, we refer to femme fatales as sirens. But what if being a siren meant that your beauty and your capacity to give and receive pleasure were so magnetic that you naturally attracted high-quality men as life partners? Wouldn't that make being a siren positive, sexy and fun? Learn more at the Become Your Inner Siren Telesummit, available online for free (May 18-20).
The bombshell's wisdom on sexuality and self-image is just as timeless today as ever.
In honor of International No Diet Day, we remember a star who was more than comfortable in her skin.
Today (May 6) is International No Diet Day. Frankly, I think every day should be a 'no-diet' day. The media's obsession with body image has resulted in women hating their bodies. That's why we turned to one of the most beautiful starlets in history, Marilyn Monroe, who embraced her status as a sex symbol. Maybe if she were still alive, women might perceive themselves (and each other) differently today.
Making a choice to let go of the memories from the past.
I wanted to love myself. I wanted something to change. After years of therapy, coaching and other healing work, the world began to look up. I was full of possibility. The secret that I kept close to me, hidden in the shadows for 31 years was now ready to be shared and I was ready to share it. I chose to bring my secret to the light. I wanted to celebrate It, and who I had become. I wanted to use It to help others – people like me, people who felt ashamed; men who felt embarrassed, and women who felt ugly.
What are we so afraid of if others discovered our secrets?
All of us have secrets.
We learn to live with them. We usually keep them close. And of all of them, there’s usually one biggie. One we hope and pray will never come out. But what are we so afraid would happen if others discovered our secret? Why do we hold it so tightly against our chests?
One mom's quest to teach her little girl that self-worth has nothing to do with a price tag.
Mindless consumerism can lead us to believe our value lies in what we wear. I wanted my daughter to have the freedom to divorce her self-worth from her clothing. But how could I teach her that when here I was — 29-years-old, wallowing in a pile of cheap cotton-poly blends and feeling worthless? It was time to go on a clothing fast. I called it "No Pants 2012."
All the advice you need to meet the right gay man for you.
Unfortunately, the gay dating pool is viciously competitive. So, instead of fighting over the newest man meat on Grindr, I recommend these practical tips for gay men.
Learn to stop beating yourself up and stop the negative self-talk that robs you of your happiness.
I HATE my thighs. My butt is so big. I am so fat. I am so ugly. I would be attractive if I could just change my nose. How often do these thoughts run through your mind? Why do we do this to ourselves? I cannot tell you how much time I have spent criticizing my body. Analyzing it from every angle, squeezing chunks of flesh and berating myself because I wasn’t perfect. Well, I’m done. I think in some misguided way, those actions were meant to motivate me in some way. It motivated me alright! It motivated me to eat my dissatisfaction.
As a mom of three, it's not that I don't notice my flaws; it's just that they don't matter.
Three kids later, I still see beauty when I look in the mirror. I don't see just a body. Sure, I see crow's feet snaking out from my eyes when I smile; I see a mass of curly hair. But mostly, I see a person: my husband's wife, my children's mother, my students' teacher...
Different cultures have vastly different definitions of beauty.
As a woman of mixed heritage, my skinny, size-zero body made me feel unattractive.
Being "too thin" may sound like a problem most women would give anything to have, but my reality is different. My culture places a greater emphasis on being curvy. I didn't realize the irony of my "problem" until I started working in a predominantly caucasian office. Most of my coworkers with were obsessed with being skinny. It was strange to me; all of these women were struggling for a body like mine, but when I looked at them, I secretly wished I were their size.
