The Real F word: Dispelling the Myth

Shara Trott | goldthelabel.com

 

Okay, so it’s no secret that I am a certified and card carrying ambassador of the feminist movement. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve been obsessed with social injustice in society, taking a special interest in issues affecting women and girls all over the world. If you follow me on any social media platform, I’m sure you’re tired of my thousands of feminist post and I would love to tell you that I plan on stopping flooding your Instagram feeds with my feminist sentiments but that would be a lie. Being that my life pretty much revolves around feminism, it is still so shocking when I am reminded daily that most people still have no idea what feminism really is.

Finding Beauty in Pain

Shara Trott | goldthelabel.com

 

“You don’t need all that make-up! Why don’t you try wearing a little less?”
“You’re so pretty! Stop wearing so much make-up, you’ll hide it.”
“You should only wear that much make-up when you go out! Not every day!”

An open letter to my future daughter

Shara Trott | goldthelabel.com

 

Open letter to my future daughter:
My future daughter,
   I love you so much. You don’t even exist yet and I’m not even sure that you ever will, but I love you. I know that I love you even though I’ve never met you. And I know that you’re beautiful even though I have never laid eyes on you. I think about you all the time. I think about you and what life will be like if/when you ever arrive. I wonder, what will your life be like? Will I be a good enough mom? Will I have prepared you enough for this, often times, cruel world that we live in? There are so many things that I want to tell you. So many things I need you to know.

The Size of Beauty

Shara Trott | goldthelabel.com

I recently went on a short trip for New Year’s Eve and whenever I travel I always stop at the first newsstand I see to stock up on magazines. Trashy reality television and salacious celebrity gossip are my weaknesses (and I will not apologize for that). Standing in front of the huge monument-like wall, plastered with every major female-centric publication, I noticed something quite alarming but sadly not at all unusual.