Rachel Micheletti
An Ode to the FUPA*
*and other parts of us we need to be grateful for
Ask Rachel Column
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Rachel Micheletti Column: Shoulda Coulda Woulda: Saying Goodbye to Unhelpful Thinking About Our Bodies (and Lives!)
The way we think about what happens to us can make all the difference in the conclusions we form.
Humor: The Zoom Rules (How to Make Sure You Still Have a Job When You Are Allowed to Return to Work)
Six months ago, the majority of us had never had a single meeting online for anything. And in the matter of two weeks, online meetings became as ubiquitous as making coffee or brushing our teeth when we get up in the morning.
Rachel Micheletti: Permission Granted: Trust, Achieve, Repeat
Remember back when we were kids and had a field trip coming up? We would get the requisite permission slip that had to be signed by a parent or guardian.
(Self) Love in a Time of Quarantine
WTF. I didn’t know how else to start this, to be honest. In January and February, I was really feeling like things were coming together, like the seeds I had planted and nourished and cared for were all of a sudden blooming. And then March said to the world NOT SO FAST.
Rachel Micheletti: Reclaim, Unchain, Reframe … Taking Back Your Power
Think back to the first time another person took the time to make you feel that you were not of value because of your body shape or size. That you had less worth than someone else. That you were not beautiful or important or meaningful. That you didn’t deserve to take up your space.
My Body Confidence Written In Ink
I remember the sentence so clearly. It was directed at me — a fat girl who had been audacious enough to wear a tank top on a very hot day. “That’s weird, I didn’t know people could get stretch marks on their arms.”
Columnist Rachel Micheletti: Burlesque – Get Naked and Dance!
If you had asked my 25-year-old self if I could see a future in which I would take my clothes off in front of a live audience (on purpose!) I would have probably laughed, or maybe cried, and walked away quickly.