Marie Southard Ospina

Much like the year that preceded it, little about 2021 so far has felt expected. Never could I have predicted that the U.K., where I live, would still be l

During my third year of university, I spent a semester abroad in Madrid. It was there that I first saw Daniela, an older woman who lived in one of the flat

When my firstborn was a few months old, I dyed my waist-length curly brown hair into a bright red hue reminiscent of a fire engine. Emboldened by the trans

In a scene from 2019’s Shrill, the television adaptation of author Lindy West’s feminist, fat-positive memoir, protagonist Annie (played by Aidy Bryant

“I never used to let my daughters play with that stuff,” my neighbour, a pixie-like 69-year-old woman with an eccentric mop of curly grey hair,

I was 21 years old when my mother bought me my first suit. The matching skirt and blazer were houndstooth print, terribly ill-fitting on my plus-size body

When I first saw my cousin after chopping my very long, curly hair from waist-length into a short back and sides, she said she wasn’t surprised I had don

As I watched my hair fall to the grey tiles in frizzy, scattered piles, I felt a sudden wave of panic. The stylist took scissors, then clippers, to the lon