Bad Sandy


**All photos by Victor Medina of Dream Out Loud Photography.**

It took me until 8th grade to realize that Grease is kind of a terrible movie.

When my middle school teachers didn’t feel like teaching hormonally unbalanced kids, they’d pop one of the oldies but goodies (Grease, Ferris Buellar’s Day Off, Remember the Titans) into the VCR wheeled from classroom to classroom on wheels that were never straight enough.

And almost every lip sync featured a Grease song choreographed by the student body association. Summer Lovin’ was always my problematic favorite.


This dress up day is all about the Bad Sandy look. When she tried to impress cute-as-fuck John Travolta with her criminal good looks and waspish waist.

I know: but Danny Zucco tried to change too!

Yeah, but the movie did NOT end with him still wearing that dorky varsity sweater.

Le sigh.


I love Bad Sandy’s look (this was what Donna the makeup artist for Dream Out Loud Photography called my look). And this will not be the last incarnation of it for my dress up days.





Dress Up Days: Hot Fun in the Summer Time


Sometimes I really forget that I don’t live in some world where chubby girls are called gorgeous and LGBTQ poet-activists issue horoscopes to thousands of people.

Social media has a bright side and that bright side is its ability to create alternative realties where negative socially ingrained ideas are challenged and discarded.

I looked through so many “every body IS a bikini body” posts and hash-tags that I forget that there are still millions of women who are sold the lie that their bodies are not “bikini bodies”. Insert eye-rolling emoji here.

Photos by Miss Missy Photography
Photos by Miss Missy Photography

It’s only when I am standing in line buying my almond milk water and I lose the battle not to look at the covers of the magazines. And then I remember:

I live in a world where women are esteemed for how fuckable they are.

I live in a world where a celebrity eating a hot dog in public is news.

I am a cog in a capitalistic regime, mindlessly buying my almond beverage.

Kinda kidding on that last one, but you get the deal: sometimes the messages out there really, really suck.


I think it’s important to remember that the world is not all la-di-da.

We got a lotta work to do.

I used to wear boy shorts and huge white shirts over my swimsuits from 14-22.

I almost always bought the plain, long-torso one-piece.

We’ve come a long way baby.

Photos by Miss Missy Photography
Photos by Miss Missy Photography

And though my bikini clad body won’t commence The Revolution, it is evidence of an internal one. I can’t wait to rock my high-cut neon thong cut next year.

Wear that damn bikini or whatever it is for you that you told yourself you “just can’t” wear.



Dress Up Days: The Chakras

Chakras are a word that every new-age hippie utters at some point. As in, “Oh, lower back pain you say? Must be a first chakra issue…how’s your relationship with your mom going ?” Sometimes I wonder if I even know what it means anymore. Just to be sure, I looked it up via Dr. Google:

Chakra: (in Indian thought) each of the centers of spiritual power in the human body, usually considered to be seven in number.

Chakras are visualized as spinning vortexes of energy (the word “chakra” is Sanskrit for wheel or disk) from the base of the spine to the crown of the head. The speed and openness of these vortexes is thought to contribute to a number of earthly spiritual truths and illnesses.

You can find a primer of the chakra system here.

The first chakra example from above illustrates this very well: called Muladhara, it is located at the base of the tailbone and also called the “root” chakra. As it’s name suggests, it is associated with all things pertaining to roots: family ties, being grounded, feeling certain, etc. etc. In this facet, lower back pain could be your body saying, hold up I feel disconnected and like I have no real family.

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