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These Illustrations Of Beyoncé's "Lemonade" Will Make Anyone Want To Color

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I ain’t sorry.

Jessie Kanelos Weiner, a 30-year-old illustrator from Paris, France, felt especially inspired after Beyoncé dropped her latest visual album. (Just like the rest of us, obviously.)

Jessie Kanelos Weiner, a 30-year-old illustrator from Paris, France, felt especially inspired after Beyoncé dropped her latest visual album. (Just like the rest of us, obviously.)

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So she drew some of the most iconic scenes from Lemonade.

So she drew some of the most iconic scenes from Lemonade.

Courtesy of Jessie Kanelos Weiner

"I'm a huge Beyoncé fan and Lemonade has consumed my waking hours for the last few weeks," Weiner told BuzzFeed.

"I'm a huge Beyoncé fan and Lemonade has consumed my waking hours for the last few weeks," Weiner told BuzzFeed.

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"I instantly envisioned it in my mind as a coloring narrative."

"I instantly envisioned it in my mind as a coloring narrative."

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Adoptive Parents, Tell Us About The Moment You Met Your Child

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Truly unforgettable.

When you give birth there is that amazing moment when the nurse gives you your child for the first time.

When you give birth there is that amazing moment when the nurse gives you your child for the first time.

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But for adoptive parents there is an equally amazing moment when you first meet your child, and each is unique!

But for adoptive parents there is an equally amazing moment when you first meet your child, and each is unique!

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For example, you might have traveled a great distance to have your special moment.

For example, you might have traveled a great distance to have your special moment.

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Or maybe your special moment happened in a hospital not long after your baby entered the world.

Or maybe your special moment happened in a hospital not long after your baby entered the world.

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My Eyes Are Asian Because I Am

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“Why don’t you have eyes? That’s not normal,” a stranger explained to me as I stared back, mouth slack in a mixture of confusion and blind anger. He continued pressing on about the curious case of my eyes, oblivious to my discomfort, and tried to lean in for a closer look. I leaned away from my position behind the customer service desk, putting as much distance between this stranger and myself as possible. A fellow volunteer told him to leave.

After he did, she turned to me and wryly asked, “What was that all about?”

I mumbled something like “Who knows,” but of course I knew — he was looking not at my eyes, but for my eyes, a crude reminder of my race and the way it’s expressed in my face.

Various riffs and takes on this question — “What’s up with your eyes?” — have trailed me my entire life. The short answer: My family’s from China, and so I have “Asian eyes.” Though most people can intuit exactly what that means (even if they won’t admit it openly), in more PC parlance, my eyes sometimes have monolids, which are generally attributed to about 50% of people of East Asian heritage.

If you Google monolids by their formal name, “epicanthic folds,” clumsy related questions like “Why do Asians have slanted eyes?” and “Do Chinese people have eyelids?” come up. Both Western and Eastern beauty industries separately favor big, wide-open eyes. So my own eyes, often narrowed or obscured by monolids, have been a source of scrutiny, shame, and frustration — and, only recently, something resembling pride.

Various riffs and takes on this question — “What’s up with your eyes?” — have trailed me my entire life.

Even nowadays, as the body positivity movement encourages people (especially women, and especially cis white women) to accept their perceived flaws, racialized features like monolids are still treated like something to (politely) correct or (crassly) mock. I’ve encountered the makeup artist who, Asian herself but double-lidded, casually told me that there was no point in bringing my eyeliner down into my inner corner because that part would never show up anyway. Or the “just joking” friend who shared an anecdote about getting her Asian friend to open his eyes as wide as he could. (The punchline: “Hey, I really can see more!”)

Going further back, there’s this fun pop culture memory: Miley Cyrus made news for pulling her eyes into slants in 2009. Media reports at the time seemed shocked that anyone could possibly be so crude in this day and age; clearly, most of those reporters had never grown up with Asian eyes in America.

My monolids are inescapable, the thing that has always instantly and distinctly defined me as “Asian” — even though I’ve sometimes had two double lids instead, or one monolid and one double lid. My eye shapes changed, and still do change, based on factors like how much sleep I’ve gotten, whether I’ve been rubbing my eyes, or whether I’ve been crying.

When I was younger, I didn’t notice the difference between my eye shapes, but as I grew older and began to see and hear the “Asian eye” jokes, I understood: I was Asian, and was teased for my Asian eyes. People with double lids, even if they were Asian, didn’t get teased in that way. I sometimes had these covetable double lids, but they wouldn’t stay; what could I do about it?

My first possible solution was makeup. I bought my first eyeliner in high school; some cursory internet research led me in the direction of gel eyeliner, applied with an angled brush. In my unskilled hand, the gel glommed all over my eyelid like an oil slick, but when I wore it out, something magical would happen: I could indeed see a clear definition around my eyes in photos.

I always internally understood that when I had double lids, I looked “better.”

Yes, the eyeliner looked extreme face-on; yes, because I didn’t prime my eyelids or apply the liner cleanly, it slid and smeared all over, often giving me a lovely “jilted bride” face by the end of the day. And yes, I always internally understood that when I had double lids, the eyeliner, and thus my eyes, and thus I, looked “better.” But it was a solution, albeit an imperfect one.

The second possible solution didn’t present itself until several years later. Starting with her Lady Gaga/"Bad Romance” transformation video, I began watching Michelle Phan’s YouTube channel, particularly her makeup tutorials, religiously. Then one day, she posted this video, in which she revealed that she, just like me, had once had two different eye shapes. But her eyelids were both double now; how did that happen? The answer, she explained, was eyelid tape — she’d “trained” her eye to hold a double lid. And from there, the jig was up: I was introduced to the world of formal eyelid correction.

I can’t help myself; the first thing I pay attention to when I see an East Asian celebrity’s face is what kind of eyes they have. Most of them, particularly from younger generations, have double lids. The fact that many of the West’s most prominent Asian figures are actually biracial (and thus more likely to have double lids) isn’t lost on me.

But it’s notable how many idols born and bred in East Asia also have double lids, even though, genetically speaking, they should be split 50/50 between having monolids and double lids. And that’s because of the prevalence of eyelid surgery in those countries.

In recent years, Western media has taken notice of the rise of eyelid and other facial plastic surgeries, and many people credit that to the increasing influence of Western beauty standards in East Asian nations. The West’s influence on beauty standards is certainly strong: According to Cho Kyo's book The Search for the Beautiful Woman: A Cultural History of Chinese and Japanese Beauty, eyelid type wasn’t tied to beauty in East Asia until the modern era — the ideal centered on the much more nebulous quality of “lucent irises.”

That has changed. The first Asian eye-centric eyelid surgery was performed in Japan, notably on a woman with one monolid and one double lid. Now eyelid surgery is, in some Asian and Asian-American communities, a rite of passage. Herein lies the rub. Whatever the “true” genesis of modern East Asian beauty standards like this or skin lightening, these “preferences” are now unspoken but internalized within many Asian and Asian-American communities.

Whatever the “true” genesis of modern East Asian beauty standards like this, these “preferences” are now unspoken but internalized within many Asian and Asian-American communities.

I’ve heard of parents offering eyelid surgery as graduation gifts, seemingly using the surgery as a way to signal arrival into adulthood and, more insidiously, a life of meeting and measuring up to middle- and upper-class diasporic standards. (After all, even “cheap” eyelid surgery is still an elective, and not insignificant, cost.) This mirrors other cultural traditions in which parents try to ease their child’s entrance into adulthood, or the larger world, by “correcting” something that could be seen as a literal physical barrier, such as the old idea of the routine nose job for Jewish girls.

Though my own parents have never indicated anything but indifference about my eyelids (and my appearance in general…something to think about another time), in my more resigned moments of beauty standard consciousness, I’ve given fleeting thought to what I could do to “fix” my eyes.

I could head to Korea or Taiwan for a “holiday” and get the procedure done. (It’s easy to research this, given the amount of testimonials available on the internet.) I could try out eyelid tape or its more ominous cousin, the eyelid trainer, or even strategically, studiously, hand-fold my lids for long periods of time.

These moments pass. Pursuing beauty is work and money, and most of the time, I am simply too lazy and too cheap to follow through. But when I look at my un-made-up face in a photo and cringe, I sometimes wonder if my reaction is just the usual self/image disconnect, or if it’s because I’m looking for something that isn’t (and perhaps never will be) there — that meaningless, but clearly defining, crease. And, most disconcerting to myself, I wonder if I would actually be happier if I did find it.

A recent piece on monolid makeup tips is one of the first I’ve read that actually suggests full-on monolid “acceptance,” but its careful, considered language is a rarity. Most monolid makeup tutorials are about “opening up” the eyes — innocuous phrasing on its own, but tacitly coded to suggest the visual depth of the double lid. When I try to articulate the difference to non-East Asian peers, they feign understanding or offer condolences.

I still don’t really know how to express the many mixed messages I receive from others and send myself. I feel pride in my ancestry and the racialized face I carry out into the world, but surgery is only as unnatural as you deem it to be.

Are racialized features so sacrosanct that changing them means you don’t have pride in your heritage, and the way it’s expressed in physical characteristics? (No.) Do I bear ill will toward Asian people with double eyelids, whether from birth or from surgery? (No.) Do I think eyelid correction is the end all, be all of East Asian people’s various beauty obsessions? (Definitely no.)

No matter what other representations I see, this imperfect, perfect iteration is me.

Though I’ve mostly made peace with my body and the more subtle ways it expresses my race, I cannot quite say the same of my face. That doesn’t stop me from applying eyeliner (now with a pen, and a steadier hand), nor does it stop me from scrutinizing if and how the majority of that eyeliner “disappears” when I look straight-on at the mirror. My reflection both is and isn’t what I wish it were — the first impression, the avatar of my self, the thing that marks me as a target for racialized insults and gives me visual authority when I speak on matters of race.

After all, it really boils down to that: race as experience, race as culture, race as a marker of Otherness at some times and a marker of belonging at others. That is something that can never be captured in a mirror or a photo or in any one physical feature. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, change that; after all, it ultimately doesn’t matter to anyone else what I do or don’t do to my eyes. They are Asian because I am, and no matter what other representations I see, this imperfect, perfect iteration is me.

When I go to the Japanese beauty store where I get my eyeliner, I still sometimes pause in front of the rows of eyelid tapes and trainers and the “instruction” diagrams posted up next to them in cheerful script. “We’re here for you if you need us,” they seem to say. I know, and walk away.

Body Positivity Week is a week of content devoted to exploring and celebrating our complicated relationships with our bodies. Check out more great Body Positivity Week content here.

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The New Men Of "The Bachelorette" Were Revealed And Hot Damn

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“Ben WHO?” —JoJo, probably.

Back in March, it was revealed that JoJo Fletcher's upcoming season of The Bachelorette has one of the hottest casts in the history of the show.

Back in March, it was revealed that JoJo Fletcher's upcoming season of The Bachelorette has one of the hottest casts in the history of the show.

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Well, good news! Yesterday, the cast was revealed and indeed there are some fineeee lookin' guys in this group.

Well, good news! Yesterday, the cast was revealed and indeed there are some fineeee lookin' guys in this group.

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Same, JoJo. Same.

Same, JoJo. Same.

ABC

The 26 dudes vying for JoJo's love range in age from 25 to 34 and range in jobs from Marine to erectile dysfunction specialist.

The 26 dudes vying for JoJo's love range in age from 25 to 34 and range in jobs from Marine to erectile dysfunction specialist.

Alex on the left is the Marine, and Evan on the right is the ED specialist.

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35 Adorable Photos Of BuzzFeed Staffers At The Prom

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Oh. What. A. Night.

Junior prom (which I planned, because of course. The theme was "starry night" ughghghgh). Horrid Jessica McClintock dress. Horrible updo and accessories. 100% hilarious. — Karen Hobowsky, Operations Associate

Karen Hobowsky

This was my junior prom, and I traveled to what I believed to be a boutique shop three hours away to get this dress. When I showed up with friends to take pictures, this other girl had the dress in blue. I was like, "Crap, the blue is so much better. Ugh. UGH." Let's just say her dress did not make it through the night unscathed (wink wink nudge nudge). — Sarah Burton, Humor Writer

Sarah Burton

I designed this dress, and my grandmother (who was a bridal designer) made it for me. — Ali Velez, Staff Writer

Ali Velez

Duck faces + fake tans r cool. — Lara Parker, Editor

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Confessions Of A Former Former Fat Kid

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The slap of my mother's hand against my bare stomach rings out and fills the entire store. I watch as my belly jiggles in the mirror mounted on the large column in front of us. We're surrounded by racks of cheap clothes in terrible colors. In the mirror, my mother looks me right in the eyes, her other hand pinning my shirt up to expose my midriff. “If you weren't getting so fat, I wouldn't have to buy you new clothes,” she says. My skin stings as the red mark of her hand fades. I pull my shirt back down and refuse to cry.

We're at a Stuart’s in Athol, Massachusetts. Stuart’s was like Walmart for poor communities in New England back before Walmart realized it should be Walmart for poor communities in New England (and everywhere else). I am 8 years old. Growing. Getting bigger.

When we lived in Boston, my father would go for runs through the city as I rode my bike beside him, trying to keep up. But Dad stayed in Boston and Ma and I moved out to north central Massachusetts. “You'll have a yard,” Ma said, and I pretended to be happy. I tried to play in the yard, but it didn’t make up for the lack of bike rides. Or the Chef Boyardee for dinner most nights, or the pasta and butter with a side of bread on the others. Ma had been bigger too, when she was younger, and she wanted so badly to save me from the same fate. It didn’t help that now we were living next to her parents in rural Massachusetts, in a town she'd promised herself she would escape, a town she had successfully escaped up until she hadn’t.

Now we lived in the gray house next to her parents in the town where she had been a big girl. Now my mom lived with her son but without her husband, who had to stay in the city because “there aren't enough jobs out here,” which I found strange because there seemed to be plenty of jobs and “no jobs” didn't explain why Ma cried most nights and why her ma, my grandma, looked at me like I was the garbage someone forgot to take out. I’d sneak bowls of cereal when no one was home, pouring sugar and honey on the off-brand Cheerios pretending they were the Honey Nut kind, the kind my other grandma — who lived near the ocean and never looked at me like I was trash — always fed me. I would wash the bowl before Ma got home from work. Ma would cry and I would hug her and do the only thing I knew how to do, which was not cry.

The same way I don't cry under the fluorescent lights at Stuart’s, surrounded by clothes that don’t fit and we can’t afford.

It’s summer, I’m 16 years old, and I’m the skinniest I've ever been, thanks to a diet of running, cigarettes, and snorted Ritalin (usually) and Adderall (when I can get my hands on it). Most days I drive my mother's three-colored car (all different shades of blue) to Gardner, Massachusetts, the closest town with any downtown to speak of, where I have a job at a Friendly’s washing dishes.

At the beginning of the summer, the weight seemed to fall off me.

At the beginning of the summer, the weight seemed to fall off me. But right up until that moment I'd been all the terrible euphemisms that were so much worse than simply being called fat: "husky," “chunky,” “portly,” "big-boned," “plump.” Words ingrained in my fabric. They were a part of me, which is probably why, when the weight disappeared, I didn't even notice that it was gone.

I kept to myself at Friendly’s. I listened to bad rap as I scraped ice cream out of sticky glass containers, the industrial washer making the air wet, my bleach-blonde hair sticking to my forehead. When I dragged giant garbage bags of half-eaten hamburgers to the large metal bins behind the building, I’d take breaks to smoke damp Newports alone.

Most of the waitresses were older than my mother, sneaking food home to their kids and husbands, but a few of them were my age, working for the summer. They'd smile at me in ways that no girls had before. I couldn't for the life of me understand why.

One day, a young waitress comes up to me and says, “I'm having a party.” Her name tag reads “Tracy” and she is the prettiest human to talk to me in months.

“What's that?” I say, removing my headphones, Eminem mixing with the clanging of the dishwasher.

“I said I'm having a party and you should come. You know, a house party.”

It's one of those moments so improbable that I must be imagining it — but also so wonderful, so hoped for and delicious and exactly like the kind of '90s teen movie I never thought I’d get to be in except maybe as a chubby extra, that I desperately want it to be real.

I’d never been invited to a party by a girl before. Though I'd been drinking and doing drugs since I was 12, to me parties meant slamming beers alone in the woods, or slamming beers with my male friends in the woods until we became brave or stupid enough to fight each other. We’d pair off, throwing fists into each other’s faces until blood burst from our noses, lips, and once, only once, this guy Mike's eye. My friends, all skinny, always with their shirts off even before the fighting started. Me always with my shirt firmly on, keeping covered, trying to wash the bloodstains out the next day.

Tracy scribbles on her order pad and hands me her address. “Bring something fun,” she says, and walks away.

That summer, I lose my virginity.

“Way to not be so fat, Fitzgerald!” Hunter yells as I pass him in the hallway. A varsity hockey player, Hunter was infamous for hooking up with all of the most attractive girls at school. He liked telling racist jokes and prided himself on his bluntness. His favorite phrase was “Lighten up, man.”

Despite the triumphs of the previous summer, plus everyone at school weirdly telling me how “nice” I looked when we returned in the fall, it isn’t until this moment — as an actual character in that '90s teen movie, albeit one getting yelled at by a jock — that I realize I’ve lost weight.

Every time I look in the mirror I can still see my mother's red handprint fading to white as my belly shakes.

It's also when I realize that my weight and how I perceive myself aren’t at all related. I still feel fat. Ugly. Unattractive. Every time I look in the mirror I can still see my mother's red handprint fading to white as my belly shakes.

Hunter’s words ring in my ears, a confusing mix of pride and shame taking hold. “Not so fat” means I still am fat, that I used to be more so. It means fat is bad and getting skinnier is good, no matter how I actually feel about myself.

We learn so many lessons in high school, most of them terrible. I carry Hunter’s words in my head like a medal or a trophy. One that burns me as I hold it, even as I refuse to put it down.

The other lesson I quickly learn is that no matter how I feel about my body, I feel better about it while having sex. Or at least I can forget about it — its weight, its size, its bulk — for a little while, the same way I can temporarily forget about gravity every time I ride a skateboard. If I don’t like the way my body looks, I can at least trick other people into liking it.

And that's how it felt: like a trick. A sleight of hand. A way to fool someone into desiring me, if only for a short time, even if I was undesirable to myself. And I became quite good at it. After losing my virginity the summer I was 16, I quickly found someone else who would sleep with me, and then another. It was harder when I was back in school, at least initially, surrounded by lacrosse players and basketball stars, boys quick to pop their tops off at the drop of a hat, while I kept my T-shirt on even at the beach.

But then I started running even more and adding dip to my all-cigarette diet while upping my nose's intake of my friends' prescription amphetamines. As the weight kept coming off, I didn't see myself as any less ugly. I still hated my body, but by high school societal standards (you know, basically like regular societal standards but with a scoop of youthful cruelty to give it that zing) I was moving in the right direction. I got more popular, and by the time senior year rolled around I found myself getting laid during the school year — almost as much as during the summer.

The habit of letting attention from other people stand in for liking myself continued into college and after...

The habit of letting attention from other people stand in for liking myself continued into college and after, when I moved to San Francisco. Sex not because the person and I liked each other a whole lot (although sometimes we did) or even sex just for sex's sake, but sex because I wanted the person to like me, or at least tolerate me, ever so briefly.

Woe is me, right? I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t fun as hell to be young and free and jumping into bed with people. It was! But through the high of seeing myself reflected in someone else’s eyes as an attractive person, a guy worth having sex with, I was ignoring how much I needed other people to like me. The good times were spackle over my body image issues — sexy, fun spackle, but spackle nonetheless.

And after sex, no matter if we were at their place or mine, no matter if it was an attempt to start a relationship or (much more likely) a one-night stand, I would always put my shirt on first. Immediately. I would slip from the covers and grab my shirt from the floor and slip it over my head. The post-sex rush of anxiety and self-loathing only quieting after I had covered my torso.

As my number of partners climbed, my confidence in myself stayed the same. Flat. Empty. Not that I wasn't good at faking it.

“I'm an FFK,” I'd say.

“An FFK?”

“A former fat kid.” And I'd wait for laughter.

Recently, my friend Mikael Kennedy — formerly a vagabond, now a successful photographer — emailed me a picture he took of me when I was 23, from those early San Francisco days. Mikael had been eating Dexedrine and driving around the U.S. for weeks with another buddy whose name escapes me. I remember I stole them some food from the restaurant I was working at and then we went to spend what little money we had on beer. We drank in the street. I don't know how Mikael got me to take my shirt off but I do remember that I was bleeding. “Isaac,” he said, and I looked up.



I look at this picture and cringe, because I can see now — now I can see — what I looked like. I keenly see the difference between what the picture shows and what my own memories hold. Mikael’s photo displays a jawline, a rib cage (too much of one). A negative space where the body that’s been haunting me my whole life should be. I keep looking for it, and find nothing.

When it comes to body-image issues, we are all in our own personal hells. And my hell is but a flickering Bic lighter when compared with others. But that's the thing about hells: Comparing them does not lead you to the exit door of your own. Even as I grew older, matured, found somewhat more stable relationships, even as my weight fluctuated, my sense of self never did. Not once did I like what I saw in the mirror whenever I saw myself in it.

When I moved to New York City at the age of 30, a little over two years ago, the harsh East Coast winters crashed into my slowing metabolism. I gained 40 pounds. It didn’t help that I stopped smoking cigarettes (recently), doing dip (long ago), and putting study drugs up my nose (thank god). I also started riding my bike to work and running half marathons, so it wasn’t all just cutting out the bad, but also trying to up the good.

At this point, I know there will be no moment of revelation.

At this point, I know there will be no moment of revelation. There will be no ideal weight where I'll look at myself and say, “Yes. This,” nor will I ever be fully comfortable with myself. Instead of looking for a perfect body, which I have done my entire life, I understand I will never be perfect. I’m learning to be OK with that. That's my own personal exit. An exit I haven’t yet walked through but one I try to approach more than I back away from, every day.

Which is to say, of course, sometimes I am still dissatisfied with my body — there are days the pants don’t zip up without a fight, and it doesn’t help that every one of my co-workers looks like a model or CW star. But I don’t spend nearly as much time hating myself as I did when I was younger. I don’t fall headlong into that pit; I just can’t, or won’t. I’ve wasted way too much youth on self-hatred as it is.

It's been 25 years since I was 8 years old in a Stuart's in Massachusetts, and 17 years since I realized I don’t truly see myself when I look into a mirror. But now I no longer grab a T-shirt directly after sex, and when I do see my own reflection, I work hard to not be hard on what I see. To just see a person, rather than an assemblage of shit that needs to be fixed. I try to be OK with that person, even when — just sometimes — I glimpse the imprint of a hand, fading from red to white.

Isaac Fitzgerald has been a firefighter, worked on a boat, and been given a sword by a king, thereby accomplishing three out of five of his childhood goals. He is the editor of BuzzFeed Books and co-author of Pen & Ink: Tattoos and the Stories Behind Them. More at isaacfitzgerald.net.

Body Positivity Week is a week of content devoted to exploring and celebrating our complicated relationships with our bodies. Check out more great Body Positivity Week content here.

Chris Ritter / BuzzFeed


"Agent Carter" Was Cancelled And People Have Feelings

CBS Wants To Court Pre-Existing Fans With Its New Shows

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The network clearly hopes fans of Dr. Phil, Training Day, MacGyver, Friends, Community, and Parenthood will love their new shows too.

CBS, the most stable of the broadcast networks, still faces the same terrifying viewer erosion as its competition. So even though the network renewed 15 shows — dramas, comedy, and reality stalwarts Survivor and The Amazing Race — all of them are down in the ratings from previous seasons. And CBS did not find any new hits during the 2015-2016 season.

While the company is putting considerable resources into its new online platform CBS All Access with its Bryan Fuller-led Star Trek series, and a possible Good Wife spinoff, CBS the TV network is relying on familiar faces (Matt LeBlanc, Michael Weatherly, Joel McHale, Kevin James) and properties (MacGyver, Training Day) to draw in viewers next season.

This 2016-2017 schedule is the first with CBS's new entertainment president, Glenn Geller, at the helm and he's relying on a few star producers such as Jerry Bruckheimer (Training Day) and Steven Spielberg (Bull) to help his chances of success. Whether there will be a critics' favorite among this bunch to replace the now-retired The Good Wife — always in the Emmys conversation — remains to be seen, but it's also possible that CBS has bigger priorities these days.

Training Day

Training Day

Who's in it? Bill Paxton, Justin Cornwell, Drew Van Acker, Katrina Law, Lex Scott Davis, Julie Benz
Who created it? Jerry Bruckheimer, Antoine Fuqua, Jonathan Littman, Will Beall, Barry Schindel
What's it about? Based on the 2001 movie starring Denzel Washington and Ethan Hawke, the series picks up 15 years later and focuses on a young LAPD police officer who is paired with an ethically questionable detective.

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Bull

Bull

Who's in it? Michael Weatherly, Freddy Rodriguez, Geneva Carr, Chris Jackson, Jaime Lee Kirchner, Annabelle Attanasio
Who created it? Paul Attanasio, Dr. Phillip C. McGraw, Steven Spielberg, Justin Falvey, Darryl Frank, Jay McGraw
What's it about? Dr. Phil is producing this drama inspired by his early life as a trial consultant. NCIS alum Michael Weatherly takes on the larger-than-life role of "the ultimate puppet master as he combines psychology, human intuition and high tech data to learn what makes jurors, attorneys, witnesses and the accused tick," according to CBS.

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Pure Genius

Pure Genius

Who's in it? Augustus Prew, Dermot Mulroney, Brenda Song, Reshma Shetty, Ward Horton, Aaron Jennings, Odette Annable
Who created it? Jason Katims, Michelle Lee
What's it about? A Silicon Valley millionaire taps a veterinarian to lead a hospital that intends to attempt risky — but potentially groundbreaking — procedures.

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We Tested The Strength Of Our Vaginas, And This Is What Happened

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Pussy power. ✊

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Typically, women do Kegel exercises to tone their pelvic floor muscles, which increases bladder control and reduces prolapses later in life.

Typically, women do Kegel exercises to tone their pelvic floor muscles, which increases bladder control and reduces prolapses later in life.

"I think Kegels are great, and you're never too old or too young to do them," said Mary Jane Minkin, OB-GYN and clinical professor at Yale School of Medicine. "They help keep the pelvic floor muscles strong, and do give women much better control over their bladders."

"An easy way to try to understand what a Kegel is, is to stop your urinary stream while you are peeing. The muscles you have just contracted constitute doing a Kegel. Next time you are getting a pelvic exam, you can ask your examiner to assess your Kegel tone to make sure you are doing things correctly and to assess your strength."

Find out more about how to do Kegels here.

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13 People Tell Us How Their Height Affects Dating

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“Having an extreme physical characteristic is useful — the way people react to it tells you a lot about them in an instant.”

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Yes, focusing on what's inside is more important — but that's easier said than done. It's hard to ignore something as obvious as height, especially if it makes a person stand out.

While some people find that their height doesn't impact dating at all, others may feel that it allows for judgment, fetishization, and stereotyping. In a society where there are ideals of femininity and masculinity, it can be difficult for individuals who don't fit neatly into those boxes. Plus, navigating the world of dating is already a mess, so being on an extreme end of any physical spectrum doesn't exactly make it any easier.

Kevin is 5'3", dates men, and finds that opposites attract.

Kevin is 5'3", dates men, and finds that opposites attract.

Kevin: I'm not one to complain about being short, because once you realize you can shop in the children's section and climb on top of things to get to out-of-reach objects, you're pretty much on a level playing field with the rest of the world. But when it comes to dating, it can be tricky. I think a lot of guys fetishize the height gap and say things like, "I'm so into you because you're so short," or "It's really hot knowing that I could lift you up in bed," etc.

Or guys can also be completely dismissive once they see me in person and say, "You seem much taller in your photos" or "I didn't realize how short you were until you got off that stool." I recently had one guy actually look over my head to see if the person he was meeting was someone else besides me. Kind of hilarious.

But of course in a completely contradictory way, I'm usually attracted to men who are much, much taller than I am. So I guess opposites attract, or I just enjoy the awkward interactions/comical antics of doing activities with someone much taller than I?

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CHVRCHES Recorded A New Song For A Video Game And It Rvles

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We are truly #blessed.

According to a press release from EA DICE, Mirror's Edge Catalyst follows the story of Faith, "a daring Runner who uncovers a hidden truth within the walls of the city of Glass." The song is written from Faith's perspective.

According to a press release from EA DICE, Mirror's Edge Catalyst follows the story of Faith, "a daring Runner who uncovers a hidden truth within the walls of the city of Glass." The song is written from Faith's perspective.

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During this year's Coachella, CHVRCHES took over BuzzFeed's Snapchat, and we talked about the process of writing “Warning Call” and why the band decided to get involved.

During this year's Coachella, CHVRCHES took over BuzzFeed's Snapchat, and we talked about the process of writing “Warning Call” and why the band decided to get involved.

Pictured above (left to right): Iain Cook, Martin Doherty, and Lauren Mayberry of CHVRCHES.

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Cook "loved" the original game. "The idea of a strong female protagonist in Faith resonates [with] what we stand for as band and who we are as people," he said on Snapchat. "Even aesthetically how that world is created fits in well with our music."

Cook "loved" the original game. "The idea of a strong female protagonist in Faith resonates [with] what we stand for as band and who we are as people," he said on Snapchat. "Even aesthetically how that world is created fits in well with our music."

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Mayberry likened the experience to the work the band did on The Hunger Games soundtrack. "Lyrically, we're used to writing from a personal perspective and not normally from a character's point of view. I think it's about putting yourself in the person's shoes without explicitly writing like it's someone else's narrative," she said. "It's a good challenge."

Mayberry likened the experience to the work the band did on The Hunger Games soundtrack. "Lyrically, we're used to writing from a personal perspective and not normally from a character's point of view. I think it's about putting yourself in the person's shoes without explicitly writing like it's someone else's narrative," she said. "It's a good challenge."

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22 Deeply Awkward Photos Of '90s Celebrities With Computers

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The ’90s was a really cringey time.

Patsy Palmer poses with the EastEnders website.

Patsy Palmer poses with the EastEnders website.

More 2016 celebrities should pose for photographs with their own websites.

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Carol Vorderman pretends to type at the Ideal Home show.

Carol Vorderman pretends to type at the Ideal Home show.

That's a recipe for papaya salad with a spicy dressing Carol we know you're not typing.

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Debbie Harry from Blondie and a cyber goth share a computer and look at blank webpage together.

Debbie Harry from Blondie and a cyber goth share a computer and look at blank webpage together.

So he's using the mouse and she's going to type? That's bloody good teamwork right there.

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PJ and Duncan act like cool hip guys at a photocall at the British School of Motoring cyber cafe.

PJ and Duncan act like cool hip guys at a photocall at the British School of Motoring cyber cafe.

The caption reads "British pop duo PJ and Duncan at a BSM cyber cafe driving tuition photocall".

I honestly do not know why the BSM had cyber cafe or why Ant and Dec were there.

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Hack Your Whole Life With The BuzzFeed DIY Newsletter!

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Give DIY a try.

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We Tried Three Different Selfie Phone Cases To See Which One Worked Best

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Light up your life.

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Hello, we're Lara and Nina and we love selfies! Selfies are a wonderful tool. You can check to make sure you don't have food in your teeth, make your ex jealous on Instagram, and celebrate your beauty.

Hello, we're Lara and Nina and we love selfies! Selfies are a wonderful tool. You can check to make sure you don't have food in your teeth, make your ex jealous on Instagram, and celebrate your beauty.

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21 Unavoidable Side Effects Of Working In An Office

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Even if you try really hard not to, you will get a phone voice.

You develop very strong feelings about air con.

You develop very strong feelings about air con.

There are two types of people in the office: The Hot and The Cold. No one in an office is the right temperature.

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You will constantly be thinking about whether or not to have a snack.

You will constantly be thinking about whether or not to have a snack.

Because sometimes it's hard to tell if you're hungry or bored or both.

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And you will unable to resist any birthday cake or free food.

And you will unable to resist any birthday cake or free food.

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There will be a time where you'll try to resist, but it will be futile.

There will be a time where you'll try to resist, but it will be futile.

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21 Bacon Recipes For When You’re Trying To Eat Healthy

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Yes, actual bacon.

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The good news is that you don't need to cut it out completely. "A good diet includes a variety of fats — including saturated fats like bacon," says registered dietitian Abby Langer, owner of Abby Langer Nutrition. And if your diet is mostly unprocessed, whole foods, adding bacon occasionally is totally fine. Plus, it's full of protein to keep you fuller for longer.

But, OK, it is still pretty high in saturated fat, so Langer suggests trying to limit yourself to about three slices, two times a week (always check in with your own doctor if you have specific health or diet constraints). And since a little goes a long way flavor-wise, that shouldn't be too hard to do. Here are some great ways to pair it with vegetables, complex carbs, and other unprocessed ingredients:

Zucchini Noodle Carbonara

Zucchini Noodle Carbonara

This paleo, dairy-free version of spaghetti carbonara is light and delicious.

Get the full recipe here, via The Roasted Root.

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Loaded Bacon Sweet Potato Skins

Loaded Bacon Sweet Potato Skins

::drooling::

Find the recipe here, via Back To Her Roots.

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