Sandoogans' Log

Today was a beautiful day that I was fortunate enough to be a part of. I got to march with thousands of people who believe in immigrant, women's, and LGBTQ; basically human rights. It was peaceful and magical. Getting to the march in itself was an adventure. The metro was jam packed with protesters heading to DTLA for the protest. I went with my sister and one of her friends. We were trying to leave from the Florence station but every single train was full. Some guy name Daniel, we had just met him, suggested we back track a few stations to try and see if we could find an empty train. We ended up going 2 stations down. We got off on Compton and were finally able to hop on a train. Apparently we weren't the only ones with that bright idea because people inside, and outside the train, people were cheering. It was every exciting. When we finally arrived to DTLA everyone started cheering. Everyone was in great spirits. I loved every minute of it. I marched for various reasons, on...

Today while trying to keep my sanity at work, a friend and I were discussing the many insecurities we as women have. She opened up about things she wasn't too comfortable with regarding her outer appearance. Some things I was surprised about, others didn't not so much. After going on and on about the things we'd nip, tuck or enhance, we both couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Why are women like this? I, like ALL women (I don't care who you are there is something about yourself you don't like) have things about myself I'm not too keen about. Funny thing is that even if I did fix the things about myself I didn't like, I'm sure I'd find something else to complain about. Bottom line I/we are never happy with ourselves. Why is that? Take my friend for instance. She's not a bad looking woman. She looks good, yet she feels she's fat, not super attractive and not photogenic. That however is not that case at all. She is far from fat and can...