Once a week I would force myself, no matter how much it tortured me, to stand naked in front of the mirror and point out one thing I liked about myself. Just one.

Often there is a glaring gap between who we feel we are and who we want to be.

I’ve imagined death so much it feels like a memory.

It’s hard to empathize with suits and soundbites.

I didn’t come here for love, so if I choose to stay here, it has to be for more than love itself.

Guest contributor Wandy Ortiz shares her experience of skin-picking, and reflects on what drives the compulsion for her.

We began as three friends in our early twenties, fresh out of university; we proceed today as sisters, as business partners, as an impenetrable, united force.

Boshemia considers the womxn who inspire us.

A few affirmations that will help you to feel empowered to fight the pressure of Valentine’s Day.