“It smells like tuna fish.” This unknown world of womanhood sounded overwhelming, and yet I wanted desperately to be part of the cool girls’ period club.
The question “Will I make it?” leads a first-generation American in her career aspirations and continues to drive her independent journey far away from her family.
A 5-year-old with an Anna Karina-esque bob prances into her mother’s nude drawing class in Santa Monica, California. With the focus of a cat, a jet-black-haired woman with striking olive skin and pouty lips sets up her easel and starts to sketch a voluptuous female model.
Iranian women avoid body hair like the plague. The norm is to commit to hairlessness, which is ironic for a population predominantly blessed with thick, dark hair.