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October of last year I had to go through another horrifying callback ultrasound, it is a bittersweet feeling, as in, yes, it is great you are getting yourself checked, but the stress you go through can (and will) age you. The best news after an MRI or a Mammogram is no news. When you see the Women’s College Hospital number around …
A hiking day in the fall became a stain on my head, a day I never forgive and forget. I don’t forgive myself, my partner, and my friends for what happened, but as MJ says, “I’m starting with the man in the mirror, I’m asking him to change his ways,” so I better change myself before I expect people around …
“I’m not athletic” “I could never dive “I’m not good at math” “I am very slow when it comes to languages” “I’m very bad with directions” “I can’t dance” “I can’t” “I don’t know how” “I am this way” “That’s the way my brain functions” “I was born this way” The labels we place on ourselves tend to stick with …
I was having coffee with two workmates and chatting about the real estate market and pre-construction condos when one of them asked: -Who’s really buying these pre-construction condos? -Let’s see, parents are buying for their kids, seniors are buying for their retirement, and guys are buying as an investment or simply to have a place, downtown Toronto. I was answering …
I was at a golf event, socializing with guests, taking pictures with these cool caps that my company had been handing to guests, when I heard one of the girls who was looking at the hat but not wearing it, say “I have a very narrow forehead and I look funny with caps.” Here I was, thinking “well, I haven’t …
What is a feminist really? Someone who hates men? Someone who doesn’t shave and is dressed unappealingly?Someone who is angry all the time and thinks everything in the world is unfair?Someone who doesn’t wear makeup?Someone who has to organize protests against men? These are the lines I have heard or read in the media in university from the mouth of some of …
It all started when I got a call several years ago from an old friend back in Iran telling me she changed her life after seeing how happy I was after I’ve changed mine. At that moment, a different kind of joy was pumping intensely in my veins; the joy of “so going through the pain of change DID matter” …