Strike Magazine FAU Issue 02 by Strike Magazines

ISSUE 02

The Love I ssue Florida Atlantic University

MADE WITH L VE

EMMA OLECK EDITOR-IN-CHIEF EDITOR IN CHIEF ASSISTANT Melania Zilo ANASTAZIA MAIR CREATIVE DIRECTOR CREATIVE DIRECTOR ASSISTANT Paloma Rossano FASHION FASHION DIRECTOR Alexa Andrioff MEN’S FASHION DIRECTOR Brandon Brownstein STYLISTS Noelle Calkins, Alex King, Nektaria Kleopoulos, Suban Mohammed, Sarah Qazi, King Paul David Spencer, Lea Tabbaa, Jolie Tanner, Sage West ART AND GRAPHICS GRAPHICS AND LAYOUT DIRECTOR Julia McCarthy GRAPHIC DESIGNERS Kristin Evely, Maria Cristina Vilela, Melania Zilo ART ASSISTANT Kaylee Hanapole PRODUCTION PRODUCTION DIRECTOR Samantha Hipp PHOTOGRAPHY DIRECTOR Nektaria Kleopoulos PHOTOGRAPHERS Alexia Haag, Sage Holaway, Logan Reliford, Emma Saunders, Jeffrey Simon, Delaney Wiggins, Valorie Wiseman CINEMATOGRAPHY DIRECTOR Sophie Freid CINEMATOGRAPHERS Romina Amat, Jeffrey Simon, Kailee Singer, Arden Wallman WRITING AND EDITING WRITING DIRECTOR Hannah Gulics WRITING DIRECTOR ASSISTANT Jolie Tanner CONTENT EDITORS Eden McClave and Jolie Tanner STAFF WRITERS Madeline Drummonds, Jacquelyn Elliott, Aubrie Henry, Ana Hernandez, Eden McClave, Annie McGrath, Zoe Norman, Emma Saunders, Jolie Tanner SOCIAL MEDIA SOCIAL MEDIA DIRECTOR Summer O’Regan MEDIA COORDINATOR Angel Ennis SOCIAL MEDIA ASSISTANTS Rachel Hirsch, Jenn Lanosa, Anet Trujillo, Lilah Ulitsch, Katrina Woiski OUTREACH Avery Vandyke, Camryne Washington, BEAUTY BEAUTY DIRECTOR Sarah Glynn MAKEUP ARTIST Jennifer Elson BUSINESS MARKETING DIRECTOR Meg Christensen MARKETING DIRECTOR ASSISTANT Elisa Aguerrevere MARKETING TEAM Sarah Dietrich, Aubrey Lingo, Delaney Wiggins, Jackson Woods PUBLIC RELATIONS DIRECTOR Taylor Bafer PUBLIC RELATIONS TEAM Michaela Berinato, Alexis Broussard, Morgan Brown, Taylor Fricke, Sarah Glynn, Simone Gonzalez, Jennifer Lanosa, Alexandria Little, Samantha Schoonover FINANCE DIRECTOR Julia Sieradzan CASTINGS CASTINGS DIRECTOR Camryne Washington BOOKINGS BOOKINGS DIRECTOR Lucy Dodd MERCHANDISE MERCHANDISE DIRECTOR Avery Vandyke

EDITOR’S LETTER is fighting for evolution and compassion. A generation fighting for all. love.

Photographed by Nektaria Kleopoulos

My heart is filled with gratitude every day and every moment working with my staff on this Issue. I can’t even begin to explain to you how it feels to watch everyone’s talents flourish and creativity thrive. We have continued to adapt to creation in a pandemic, and after a ridiculous amount of hours on Zoom, we present to you an Issue on love in all its forms. An Issue that expresses hope for change after a life-changing election year, a call to put our planet first for once, gratitude for those who continue to sacrifice their lives every day in efforts to serve our community in the midst of a global pandemic, and a deep appreciation for witnessing love take shape in all its forms. Thank you to our writers for transporting us to a place where we can reimagine and redefine the concept of love, to our production and fashion team who so deeply understood the vision for every shoot concept we created, to our models and everyone in our community that so willingly participated in this Issue, I thank you. As the world rushes to get back on its feet, take time to reflect, to rest, and to show compassion for everyone around you. And above all else, choose love in a world that so desperately needs it.

When I first sat down to think about this Issue’s theme, I began to think a lot about the message that I want to send to you all as this crazy (to say the least) To my Strike family and our readers, thank you from year comes to an end. I asked myself, “What do I the bottom of my heart. want our audience to read?” to which I replied, so obviously, “love.” It was simple, really... It is time for With all of my love, systemic love. Emma V. Oleck I believe love is the sole reason we exist. When reflecting on the events of this year, it felt to me as though so many of us have lost sight of what love truly is. On the other hand, the better half of me insists that love has never been more present. A newer, louder generation fighting at the forefront for a world of love. A generation fighting for a love that isn’t riddled with inequality and injustice. A generation that

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Goddess: A Female Deity

Dear Sweet Love of Mine

No Love in New York

Fairy Tales, and Other Lies We Were Told

To the Person Who Broke My Heart,

Soulmates

Love and Regret

Let’s Talk About…

We Won, What Now?

Love the Planet

A Message to the World

GODDESS A female deity, marked with the virtue of love, for others, and for herself. By Zoe Norman

Photographed by Nektaria Kleopoulos Styled by Melania Zilo, assisted by Alex King Photos edited by Logan Reliford Model: Cindy Alonso

phrodite, the Greek goddess of love, beauty, passion, pleasure and procreation, is the ever-lasting epitome of what it means to be the g0ddess of our own love. A goddess so powerful in the strength of being a woman. She finds pleasure within herself, passion for the life that surrounds her, the beauty and lust in everything she touches. A goddess, a female deity, marked with the virtue of love, for others, and for herself. Women are born and gifted with the most delicate purity that lasts until our last breath. Purity being defined as “without any extraneous and unnecessary elements,” rather than something innocent and gentle. Meaning that every single component of our body is meant to be there and therefore, so are we. Physically, we are decorated with scars and bruises left to reflect on our battles; won and lost. Acne scars and stretch marks are windows that reveal our past, the color of our skin tells the story of our ancestors, and exotic features resemble those of Aphrodite, the ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty. Like pearls, we have been sculpted layer upon layer, molded by the sand’s rough edges and

bestowed upon the shore by Poseidon’s gift of never-ending waves. Written in the stars and reflected upon the ocean, a product of the ever changing tides. Completely captivated by ourselves in every possible way. Bewitching the mind, body, and soul of those who dare venture into our beautifully chaotic lives. We’ve felt deep, soul shattering pain yet continue to walk this Earth with light feet and a strong heart. We must fully embrace the divine power each individual woman carries throughout this short life. We only see the world through our own eyes, why not thank them for their ability to watch as life unfolds around us? Why not praise the feet that have carried you down every path you must cross? Why not appreciate the skin that has so eagerly protected you from life’s endeavors? Why not fall in hopeless, passionate and infinite love with yourself? Love your body and mind, deeply and madly. Love every part of yourself. The pure and the wild. The delicate and the powerful. Then, and only then, can we be a goddess of our own love.

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Love your body and mind, deeply and madly. Love every part of yourself. The pure and the wild. The delicate and the powerful. Then, and only then, can we be a goddess of our own love.

Photographed by Logan Reliford Styled by Paloma Rossano, Jolie Tanner, Anastazia Mair, and Emma Oleck Models: Danielle Cuestas, Amare Davis, Noah Fayne, Kaiya Magloire, Anastazia Mair, Austen Oller

Dear Sweet Love of Mine, By Emma Oleck

Today I chose love. I chose to accept love, encourage love, and embrace love in every form. How could I not, in a world that so desperately needs it? Sweet love of mine, as I look into your eyes, I try to grasp the idea of how such an infinite construct, love, can exist in a lifetime that seems so finite and fragile. Is this the reason why humans try to put limits on love? If we ourselves are so finite, then why not try to understand this never-ending, intricate magic we call love even more? Why waste our limited time questioning and rejecting love in all its forms? We must understand, love has no limits; it knows no boundaries. Love has no rights or wrongs. Love is all around you. It is alive in the moon and the stars, the ground beneath our feet, and everything in between. Love is a force to be reckoned with and a gift to be shared. Love is every color, every shape, every size. Love exists when we do not; it is the reason for our very existence. So let us continue to choose love, today and every day. How could we not, in a world that so desperately needs it?

I love you sweet love of mine, with everything in me.

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MEET ZOYA GARG, NYC IT-GIRL AND THE CREATIVE MIND BEHIND THE NEW CLOTHING LABEL, BY ZOYA.

The brand is quickly emerging into a new era of creativity and talent with her one of a kind graphics, knits, and reworked denim and leather (100% vegan!). With her pieces specifically crafted to reflect uniqueness and relatability, Zoya is entering the fashion world at full tilt. We had the pleasure of chatting with Zoya about her quest for self-expression, her design process, and her latest collection: â&#x20AC;&#x153;No Love in N.Y.â&#x20AC;?, inspired by her adventures in the 22 city alongside her best friends.

Photos courtesy of Zoya Garg

"I dont buy It"

Q: Zoya! I would love to hear about how you got started in the fashion industry. Where does your passion for art come from? Was it inherited or did it develop over time? I’ve always had a passion for art and creativity. Even as a kid, I was always drawing instead of doing whatever I was really supposed to be doing, which my parents didn’t always love. Luckily, my parents were super supportive of my passion and love for art. My dad was an entrepreneur growing up and I always looked up to him. His positive encouragement of my art definitely helped with my confidence, and his entrepreneurial spirit definitely rubbed off on me. I have to credit my art teachers to that too, who always told me to follow a career in art. I also suppose in some ways, now that I think about it, I did inherit my creativity. My parents are both creative in their respective fields, and my mom did some art growing up. Q: Describe your style in 3 words or less Cheeky, bright, and shameless. Q: Walk us through your creative process! What influences your work, and where do you draw inspiration from? I draw all my inspiration from my amazing friends. From my daily life in New York to Hinge dates to club bathrooms, I try to turn funny situations and experiences into phrases or graphics that convey the emotion of the situation in a light-hearted way. Usually, I use art as a way of reflecting on something in my life or to bring a story or experience to life. I feel like this makes my art a lot more candid, which is why even when a graphic is super specific, it somehow resonates with a lot of people. When creating graphic prints I usually sketch something out and write out the phrase I like a few different ways until it sits right with me. Then, I draw it in pencil, go over it with a black pen, and finally scan it on my phone. Usually within the hour I have it all done and colorized on my laptop, ready to share. For my leather work it’s a bit more go with the flow. I usually sketch out a super quick drawing in my sketchbook and then look at the jacket to figure out placement styles. Then because it’s paint, I have to paint the shapes color by color and then put the black lines top at the end. Basically looks like blobs for days until right at the end when the black outlines bring it together. Q: Describe the ultimate By Zoya muse Definitely all my girlfriends, especially my roommate Zoe. I make all my stuff based on our stories, experiences, and life. I also try to make things that go with our lifestyle, stuff that goes with our closets (which we all basically share anyways). I try to stay true to my own personal style, which can be a little mismatched and random at times, but I think that’s what ultimately makes the look unique. Q: How have the significant events of 2020 shaped the “By Zoya” journey? I often use art to deal with difficult times or emotions in my life. I have phases where I won’t draw for a whole year, but I always go back to it as a mechanism of reflection and a way to relax myself. I started drawing a lot again during quarantine as I was faced with a lot of stress and anxiety in my life from the year before that I had been avoiding. I think the events of 2020 not only shaped By Zoya, but created it. I spent months at home building my portfolio and starting my brand, time I really never had before. I think also because people were spending so much time on social media, I was able to connect with people on a new level and really begin to share my art.

Keep up with Zoya Garg and her fashion journey on Instagram @byzoyagarg. Shop her new collection www.byzoya.com By Melania Zilo in collaboration with Zoya Garg

Art as a mechanism of reflection

ps. no love in N.y

Photo by Samantha Hipp

Styled by Anastazia Mair, Emma Oleck, assisted by Nektaria Kleopoulos Makeup by Nova X Crystal, Anastazia Mair, Emma Oleck Models: Nova X Crystal, Amelia Mei, Julia Saxton

FAIRY TALES and other lies we were told By Madeline Drummonds

s Bambi once so iconically said, “Love is a song that never ends” ....until your mother dies tragically. While Disney and other mass media often fail to teach young minds realistic life lessons, one of the most explicit and unequivocal lessons we carry with us throughout the rest of our lives is: when all else fails, resort to rampant idealism. The undeniable allure of fairytale love stories stems from the fantastical delusion of fictional romance. Reality eventually slaps us in the face with real-life romance of the modern-day prince charming sweeping us off our feet by swiping right on tinder, followed by a cringe-worthy pick-up line. Through this we come to realize our beloved fairytale stories not only set extremely unrealistic expectations of love, but also provide us with an outlet to escape into imaginary worlds by captivating our minds to dream for at least a short period of time. Fairytale love, like any other seemingly perfect concept, is flawed. For many years, little girls around the world have been conditioned to believe toxic ideas of what love should look like and the centripetal role it plays in our search for self-definition and happiness. Think of your favorite childhood film. Chances are, it reinforces the deception that the key to finding true love is to be heroically rescued by a prince charming. Sleeping Beauty quite literally spends the entirety of her eponymous tale, sleeping, waiting to be awoken by the kiss of a handsome man. Ariel struck a sacrificial deal to become human and part with her voice of drowning enchantment to be with Eric. Cinderella is the poster child for male dependency. These Disney princesses, who are admired

and idolized by young girls, all serve as examples of the caustic idea that women need men. Along with the glaring issue of fairytale love stories centering around male dependency, samesex, interracial, and people of color relationships are largely underrepresented. Living in the year 2020, these relationships absolutely should be normalized and increasingly exhibited and embraced in modern-day cinema and storybook fiction. As the LGBTQ+ community continues to grow in acceptance globally, it is essential for media companies to keep up with this progression by representing them. When thinking of Disney films, the instinctual image of the traditional princess and prince charming love story pops into our minds, and this habitual idea needs to be reconstructed by producing more stories about minority relationships. Fortunately, Disney is beginning to change this outdated image. Disney’s “The Princess and the Frog” is one of the first films viewed as a hop toward progress for generations that have been waiting far too long for an African American princess to be represented. Princess Tiana is considered a groundbreaking beginning to more movies, books, television shows, and other forms of entertainment featuring people and children of color. It is crucial for children of all races to be exposed to interracial relationships and have Disney characters of color to idolize. Culturally diverse moms were thrilled to see this change in cinema. “When I had them, I had to consider how I was going to get them to navigate the low self-esteem that black girls end up having when you’re constantly bombarded with images that don’t look like you and people are constantly telling you that

Photo by Samantha Hipp

Photo by Alexia Haag

beautiful is not what you are,” Millner, a New York City blogger and mother of two daughters said. “I’m bothered by the criticism because, as a mom, my heart is full. Finally, there’s a princess that looks like my little girls.” Young black girls have historically been denied the femininity and beauty attributed to white women, and the idea that femininity isn’t compatible with hard labor or individualism in women needs to be eradicated. As perverse as it is that so much hype was created from a black princess finally becoming featured in mainstream Disney films, the lack of portrayal for samesex relationships and gay animation characters is even more alarming. While Disney is aware of its poor reputation in the LGBTQ+ community, the company also battles conservative groups urging a boycott of Disney after announcing any news of exclusively gay moments being featured by the family-friendly studio. The live-action remake of “Beauty and the Beast” has stirred more recent controversy. Director Bill Condon told the British gay magazine Attitude that Le Fou, the bumbling sidekick played by Josh Gad, would be portrayed

as a gay man. “LeFou is somebody who on one day wants to be Gaston and on another day wants to kiss Gaston,” Condon said. “He’s confused about what he wants.” There needs to be more directors like Condon dedicated and determined to break barriers of assimilating and systemizing same-sex love. Media companies fear being criticized for pushing the LGBTQ+ agenda into the hearts and minds of children when in all honesty, that should be exactly what they’re doing. Acceptance starts with representation, and Disney and other mass media companies are failing these minority groups. The stereotypical tropes in fairytale love stories are proudly being challenged in today’s society by introducing ethnically diverse and gay royalty characters and steering more toward feminist ideals of independence in women and their romantic relationships. Disney films like “The Princess and the Frog” and the live-action remake of “Beauty and the Beast” provide a step in the right direction, but there is still much progress to be made in standardizing fairy tales that feature, embrace, and celebrate diversity. It’s possible to create fantastical and captivating stories while also spotlighting the beauty of uniqueness in everyone’s own version of their fairytale lives.

Photos by Samantha Hipp

Photo by Alexia Haag

Styled by Emma Oleck, assisted by Noelle Calkins Model: Kriss Hidalgo

TO THE PERSON WHO

Photos by Valorie Wiseman

O BROKE MY HEART,

Photo by Nektaria Kleopoulos

I miss you.

I don’t know how to write this. I know you would never do a thing to hurt me or to make me sad. You were my best friend. You were the most incredible father a daughter could have ever asked for. I know you didn’t mean to break my heart- but you left me too soon. You left me when I wasn’t ready for you to leave me. Cancer took you, and although people always say “one day it will be okay”, it will never be. Things just get easier, they become normalized. Walking past your untouched closet every day just became normal. Mom cooking us dinner at night instead of you just became normal. People asking, “what do your parents do?” and me responding with “well, my mom-” just became normal. Thanksgiving and Christmas with your empty seat at the table just became normal. Drives to school or practice without your taken-for-granted dad jokes just became normal. These things should never be normal for a 16-year-old, and I am mad that they had to be. Not at you, but for the sickness taking away the chance for you to ever walk me down the aisle or be able to kiss my children on the forehead (if that day is ever to come, don’t worry, it won’t be anytime soon, I promise). I am angry that I will never be able to hear your powerful, contagious laugh again. I miss listening to rock with you and air-guitaring with all of my might. I miss listening to you tell me all of your crazy old hippy stories from the 70s. I miss hearing you sing in your baritone, opera-like singing voice. I miss watching movies with you. I miss dancing on your toes while you sang to me. I miss you taking a whole hour to tell a simple story because you wanted to make sure I got all the details. I miss swimming in the ocean with you, where you would tell me, “our souls belong here.” I miss being able to call you if I had any question in the whole wide world, knowing you would have the answer, because you were, and you still are, the smartest person I have ever known.

When you died, we were broken, but we were relieved. Your soul no longer belonged on this earth; it never did. You had always been too good, too pure, for this place called earth. You were in so much pain, endured so much suffering. When you finally let go I thought, “now he can finally fly,” the way you told me you dreamt of doing every single night. I was so broken, and I still am in some ways. But I am also stronger; we all are. I thought that the day you died, I would too- but I didn’t. In fact, losing you made me want to live even more. Not a day passes where I don’t think of you. Every action, every success, is because of you. I want to make you proud. I want you to know how amazing you raised me. I want to live for you, in every song, in every sunset, in every beautiful moment in time. I am 22 now. A lot has changed. I am graduating college soon, I have great friends, a great boyfriend (you would really like him), and have found great purpose in my life. I am so proud of myself, I think you would be too. I want to thank you for being my bestest friend, my hero, my inspiration forever. Thank you for your selflessness and your humor. Thank you for understanding me in a way that no one else will ever. Thank you for making me the woman I am today. Thank you for being my father. I miss you so much, but when I hear one of our songs, I know deep in my soul that you never left me, and you never will. And when I need a reminder, I know I can find you at the place where “our souls belong.”

I love you forever and ever, Your Little Girl

Photo by Nektaria Kleopoulos

Hi, I don’t know how to put my heartbreak into words, but I hope this will do. For the ghost that was once our love, there is no one that will love you as much as I do. You weren’t my first heartbreak, but you were by far the most painful. I felt like a ghost around you, maintaining a presence that never existed from your point of view. Like I wasn’t good enough to take place within your peripheral. The first time you broke my heart was on your birthday. I told you I loved you. I cried for you. But I was always a ghost to you. You are a charmer, you were always so good with people. You always brought a different girl home for the holidays, and I was a ghost to you. I couldn’t deny my envy for her, she was always beautiful and better looking than me, and I was a ghost to you. This divided love, to me, is nothing but a one-sided religion only for those who are loved. But what about the unloved? Those who are seeking a haven, someone who could love them unconditionally. I know we will never be together, we are two opposing forces, fighting for what’s different, and I don’t want to feel that anymore. So this is me letting you go. Goodbye.

Dear Me, I’m sorry you lost yourself these past three years. I’m sorry it took so long to see your worth. I need you to know that it isn’t your fault. I need you to know that loving someone with your entire heart isn’t a flaw. It’s the most beautiful experience, but can also be the most painful when shared with the wrong person. I need you to know that the right person won’t make you question anything. I was wrong to make you believe that no one else would treat you any better than he did. I was wrong to break you down just to build him up. I was wrong to make you forgive the most unforgivable things because you couldn’t imagine your life without him. I now know how important it is to let go of what no longer serves you. It hurts me to know how much pain I caused you by believing you weren’t good enough. I know now how important it is to tell you how strong you are and how proud I am of you. You are worth far more than how you’ve been treated in the past. Most importantly, I’m sorry I wasted so much of your time. There’s a whole world out there, waiting for you to see it. I promise to never hurt you like I did in the past by staying in a toxic environment. I promise I will never tear you down to please someone else ever again. I will remind you that you are worthy and deserve everything you want and more. You are smart, kind, passionate, and beautiful. I am so proud of the person you are today and the woman you’re becoming.

Photo by Emma Oleck

To You, It seems almost impossible to fit a heartbreak into just a letter. Yet, so many of us always do. We write a letter to the person that did this to us; expressing how angry and hurt we feel but with no intention of ever hitting send. Instead, we delete it or shove it away, just as with our emotions, which is just what I did on January 4th, 2020. The year was off to a good start! If only we knew. This is when you chose a secret Santa party as the perfect setting to tell me you cheated while on a family vacation to Nashville for New Years. Little did I know this had been going on since the inception of our relationship. For the past almost four years, you have been getting along with other girls. Some underage, some your best friends’ girlfriends, and I was just there for…the comfort? The image? Who knows? Loyalty doesn’t seem to be in your limited vocabulary. At that moment, when you told me, I felt everything and nothing all at once. My world was crumbling around me and everything I had ever known since I was only seventeen, suddenly seemed like a lie. However, we still had presents to open and friends to see, so down went the emotions, and out came the smile I fought so hard to maintain throughout the night. Leaving you later that night was the easiest decision I’ve ever made but the aftermath was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure. I started to receive texts from more and more of the girls you cheated on me with, screenshots in tow, shedding light on your ugly truth. This went on for several months. I’m grateful to those girls because now I know the story you were too much of a coward to tell. As crazy as it sounds, I wouldn’t change what you did to me for the world. Through all the tears, the eating disorders, and the therapy, I not only found and reconnected with the most beautiful friends, but I found myself. Getting back in touch with my friends was the best thing I ever did for myself and something that I never should have let go of. They not only lifted me off the ground but pushed me up into the mountains. There was so much I had been missing out on because you manipulated me into not pursuing the things I love. I confronted you in May, with one of those texts you write with no intention of sending. However, I felt that confronting you was the only way to end the constant nightmares. As soon as my finger hit the blue arrow on the screen, I felt the biggest rush of freedom I’ve ever experienced. Whether you would respond or not was irrelevant.

I could feel the gates of my broken heart open up and it’s as if I could see color again. All this newfound happiness and opportunity seemed suspicious. It had honestly been so long. I didn’t trust it and wondered how long this wave of euphoria would last. It couldn’t be more than a few minutes, but it’s almost November now, just a few days shy of your birthday as I finish writing this. I’m still riding that wave and it’s as strong as ever. The journey of getting through the heartbreak you caused has led me to the best version of myself I’ve ever seen. So much so that my friends and family compliment me not on my new hair, not on the tattoo I got on a soul-searching backpacking trip, but on my glow. The person I am today is not one you would like because you were trying to turn me into someone I wasn’t. Today, I am someone who finds happiness in the simple pleasures in life and living in the moment rather than chasing validation from others to fabricate your social status. I truly hope you find yourself, because the persona you portray is just that. A façade. Maybe one day you’ll be strong enough to come to terms with your mistakes and fully develop into the person I thought you were. Sure, you’re out in the middle of a pandemic partying and getting with Tinder girls that look like the female version of yourself, but I’m getting back into the hobbies I left behind for you. I’m getting to know myself better and surrounding myself with kind and caring friends. I’m appreciating myself for the person I am, regardless of what shallow people like you think. I’m healing. Correction: I am healed. They say when a broken bone heals, it’s stronger than ever. I’ve written a few of these letters to you since January. They live in my drafts, at the bottom of my desk drawer, and on pages in my journal. These letters are never meant to see the light of day. They are not meant to be sent. They are letters exposing you for what you did; angry ones, sad ones, hateful ones, and somber ones. It’s not that I don’t have the courage to hit send, it’s that I was waiting for the universe to show me a sign. If I would have had this opportunity back in January, I’m not sure I would have been in the right frame of mind to accurately convey my feelings and thoughts in the way I am able to now. Now not only have I been able to fully unpack all of those hardships, but I am finally free to be the person I’m growing into. As I continue to ride my wave of euphoria that I found in your hate, I’m hitting send. 41

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Dear You.

I don’t constantly think about you anymore. I don’t always miss you. I don’t sit in my room replaying all our memories, one by one. Yet, I can’t lie; some things remind me of you. I could be laying on the beach and the sound of the waves crashing brings me back. I think of us acting like kids in the ocean, pushing each other down and splashing. It could be a perfectly normal drive to the store, until our old favorite Dan and Shay song comes on. I think of the way you looked at me while we belted out the words. It’s the little things like these that make me miss you, even if it is only sometimes. I miss the way you waited for me at your car when picking me up on our first date. I still have that image of you engraved in my head. I miss the way you made me laugh like no other; we really did have the same sense of humor. I miss the way that you were always there, not just to listen, but to hear me. You alone knew all of my deepest, darkest secrets. You even held me in your arms when I cried that one time on Halloween, the time I was able to open up to you the most. Although, I don’t miss the way it ended. You left me broken and confused, still keeping me around for your own convenience. I don’t miss the times I would come home from being with you, feeling drained because trying to please you made me feel as if I was a fish out of water. It could never work. I don’t miss the times where I was alone, just wondering what we were. It was exhausting, and constantly left me running around in circles. I sure as hell don’t miss crying alone, night after night, because you took a piece of me away that I still wonder if I’ll ever get back. There are days where a glimmer in the sun makes me think of the glimmer in your smile, and I miss you. Then, I think about the way you really made me feel and that is why I continue to move forward.

Photo by Valorie Wiseman

Photo by Samantha Hipp

Styled by: Sage West, Suban Mohammed, Anastazia Mair, and Emma Oleck Makeup by Anastazia Mair and Emma Oleck Models: Haley Day, Simone Gonzalez, Douglas and Marilyn Haag, Serena Laws, Suban Mohammed, Bilan Said, Gigi and Melania Zilo

Soulmates By Jacquelyn Elliott

he universe knows exactly what it is doing when it places people into our lives. When the universe decides the timing is just right, we will meet each and every one of our soulmates. Some people are gifted with a soulmate at the very start of their lifetimes through familial ties, others are introduced to their soulmates when they need someone the most. Sometimes, even right out of the blue, we are lucky enough to run into a soulmate or two. It’s the people who, when we first meet them, feel like we have already known them our whole lives. And maybe it is just that; we have known them in every lifetime and are lucky enough to have found them in this one as well. The people we couldn’t imagine our lives without and make us wonder how we even got this far without knowing them. An astounding psychiatrist and hypnotherapist, Brian Weiss, has dedicated his studies to the ideas of reincarnation of the soul and past life regression. To summarize his years of incredible research through regressive therapy and patient study, he has proposed that we begin our lifetime with a soul that is already connected to other souls through past lifetimes. For this reason, when we meet our soulmates, or people who will/already have great importance in our lives, it is as if we have known them all along. Although we have no conscious recollection of our past lives, our soulmates reappear in different physical forms — like a family member, friend, or lover — each lifetime as a part of an already decided relationship to help each other learn, grow, and love. The idea of a soulmate really doesn’t need to be used in a singular connotation. Never should we be made to believe that there exists only one person who will ignite our soul, nor should we reserve the term “soulmate” only for those who we marry and spend our lives with. Throughout our lifetime we

will have numerous soulmates, limitless of anything like age, relation, or background. Sometimes we question why we meet temporary people or those who end up doing us wrong. Weiss soothes this frustrating phenomenon by reminding us that some of the soulmates we welcome into our worlds could impact us in a matter of minutes or as long as fifty years. He believes souls take the physical form of a body in order to teach and be taught lessons. These lessons are not always easy or pleasant, and sometimes people come into our lives to test us, to teach us resilience and forgiveness. Once we have learned the lesson, the soulmate may not stick around because you no longer need each other in your lives. In time, we learn the intended lessons the universe was trying to teach us by putting certain people on our paths. Temporary people leave to help make room for the next person who will teach us. It only proves that certain souls are meant to be in our lives for a reason. Soulmates have the type of energy that resonates with our own and they are able to bring out the absolute best in us. Never do we have to filter our sense of self to please this person, because they already accept us exactly as we are: unfiltered. The thoughts we have always been too scared to speak out loud begin to flow easily from us because we know this person understands us like no other. Weiss uses such an admirable phrase, “family of souls,” to describe this relationship. Among the almost 8 billion people who walk this planet, exists a family of souls related to each of us. How lucky are we to be able to live out this life with people whose souls speak the same language as our own?

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ove, like many things, comes in waves. Sometimes, it’s followed by a corresponding wave of regret. I know many people, including myself, have struggled with regret when it comes to past relationships, sex, and love. When dealing with love and regret, one can feel almost ostracized. While, as of late, such topics have been discussed more freely, people still tend to direct attention towards their personal highlights. Therefore, I found myself struggling to find what I needed to hear. I have felt a sense of regret multiple times in my, relatively short, love life. I was tempted to tack “unfortunately” onto the beginning of that sentence, and I now realize this was my problem all along. It is normal, and utterly human, to wish that certain things didn’t happen. When it comes to love, regret can be a tricky thing. I want to preface this by saying that regret should not be mistaken for guilt. I doubt many will disagree with me when I say that finding the courage to break up with someone is much harder than finding the courage to ask them out, and I consider myself to be a rather strong-willed and independent person. In the past, I was convinced that I would regret breaking things off, when in reality, those feelings really stemmed from a place of guilt. This guilt was a result of past comfort and memories, long tainted by the toxic tendencies of a relationship past its expiration date. We owe these people neither regret nor guilt, but honesty. I found myself struggling with a different kind of regret. I tend to regret my time spent on something, or someone, that did not prove to be “worth it” in the end. While it can be hard to come to terms with the reality of a relationship in the moment, I find that I often know some-

thing needs to end before it actually does; although, hindsight truly is 20/20. The reason for such regret is change; people and preferences change. When we originally enter into a new relationship, we are often a much different person than we are by the end of it. Some people are able to grow with us, but others are not as lucky. When looking back on what I allowed myself to deal with in past relationships, I felt close to a sense of disgust. However, I now understand the reality of this unhealthy behavior and hope that anyone who might currently feel this way does too. I realized that without those people, I would not be the person I am today. I now know what I deserve because of those relationships. I now know the value of the right person and a healthy relationship. Those low moments were not in vain. Instead of regret, we should feel grateful towards the people of our past. They have taught us to never again settle for something less than what we know we deserve. Life is a continuous learning process, which can be accompanied by regret. It is what you do with the regret that counts. I am simply here to say that I hope you choose to learn and grow from it. By Jolie Tanner

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es, let’s talk about sex. More than that, let’s talk about the availability of physical intimacy, which has reached new heights in our generation leading to heightened trust issues, commitment complexes, and a lack of emotional intimacy which has dictated a new style of dating. How could one define the problem we have all decided to participate in, even if out of convenience rather than true desire? To encapsulate the modern dating cycle, I offer this model: see someone you like, begin a physical affair with no label, when ‘feelings’ start to enter, play an arduous game of cat and mouse to simultaneously push the person away while trying to secure them as a fixture in your emotional wellbeing. This part serves a test with the true purpose of surmising the commitment of the other person, with most players rarely making it out of this phase. Do they like me enough to stay when I tell them to go? But, where did we learn this radical imposition of emotion as a burden, this loathsome thing that turns a fun connection into a serious tangle? Complicated is a word that comes up a lot when I listen to a friend’s relationship problems or tell them of my own. “It’s not that simple, it’s complicated.” A blanket response that reveals nothing but implies every modern relationship problem’s subtext: I can’t tell them how I feel, because they might not feel the same. Everything is a variation of this problem, the uncertainty of trust which we feel will make things too serious too fast. Finally, when both parties come to an impasse where they realize that they want the other person enough to be exclusive, they begin to date, which is a whole different whirlwind in itself. I venture to trace this inability to connect the emotional to physical in relationships to the rise and mass integration of porn. Porn takes the basic physical body, the base sensations, and fetishizes them until they are unrecognizable as a part of an interworking of emotional and intellectual, as well as physical, stimuli. Porn predates the birth of our generation, but only now has it become so intense a conglomerate of entertainment, for lack of a better word, that treats the orgasm as the end-all-be-all of human connection. Now, depending on your fancy, you can scroll through millions of videos divided into hundreds of categories, offering an escapist reality from the everyday work it takes to actually build a human relationship from which sex is only one component. This interface brings sex closer than ever, and in a form void of any emotional experience but a warped fetish-drenched violent scene. I talked to two of my

closest male friends about how they think porn has affected their habits and wellbeing. To my surprise, they both said they were on a watching cleanse. One of them admitted that the process of scrolling through and catching snippets of so many videos to get to the one that makes them actually finish produces this empty, desensitized outlook on women, love, and sex. He said that after falling down a rabbit hole of porn, he feels sluggish, unmotivated, and, in a way, dampened. The other said that falling down these rabbit holes causes him to take an extremely objectifying view of women, going out or socializing with the sole intent of having sex with women. This would be an excellent time to define objectification, a term we’ve heard a lot during the rise of fourth-wave feminism. While on Google, objectification is defined as “the degrading of someone into a mere object,” we use the word today to describe the evacuation of human content from a human body for sexual fulfillment; devoid of human opinion, emotion, motivation, or aspiration. Which is exactly how my friend said he sees women after watching porn: as a means to an end, an object with the sole purpose of fulfilling his sexual desires. So how has this mass objectification and the separation of sex from emotion seeped into the rest of our dating culture? A prime example is Tinder, the blending of cold technological algorithms with the innate human desire to find love that has resulted in a culture of instant gratification indulging shallow reactions. The dichotomy of Tinder is what I find very interesting. Before we can perceive others on the app, we must decide how we ourselves want to be perceived. Then ensues the dilemma that has plagued social media since it’s inception, how do I encapsulate myself through twenty words or less in a bio. In reality, these aren’t even paid attention to that much, because we have all written it as a reflection of who we want to be, which is rarely who we really are. We then scan others, quickly and ruthlessly swiping right on only the ones we deem acceptable in image, like choosing which dolls would best fit the dollhouses we have built. Tinder places objectification at the forefront of connection, an empty photo and irrelevant bio, which has made Tinder the famed hookup app that it is; the new, socially acceptable version of the “Want Sex?” ads that popped up in 80’s newspapers. However, a lot of my friends have found love on Tinder, but never on their first try. It takes months, if not years, to acclimate to the setting and learn the rules

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of the game; if you text first make it funny, and if you want to see them again, post a hot selfie that they’ll swipe up on when you inevitably give them your Snapchat. But, most of my friends who have found love from Tinder started from a place of objectification, then happened upon an emotional connection that broke down the walls of singular physicality. I, myself, find Tinder exhausting. I have been trying to use it for a while now, but something about it just doesn’t work for me, whether it’s the weird tête-à-tête of vague ‘wyd’ texts or the over eagerness/under eagerness to meet up, it’s just freaky to me. Also, I don’t like who I become in these virtual conversations, some shell of a girl sending one-liners back and forth offering no real conversation or dignity, just some semblance of existence. Still, I won’t knock the men because of the app, in different settings I have met great guys who offer real conversations and opportunities for true intimacy and connection. It’s just hard for me to connect on Tinder with the ever-looming objectification that the app projects, which I admit is the product of the desires of our generation: connection without assimilation. We can meet and have sex without being a part of each other’s lives in a more organized way than ever before, but is this truly what we want? Or, is it an immature stab at confronting the integrated principle of individualism in American culture that takes precedence over any two-person relationship? What is sex in this generation? Tinder makes it transactional. Porn makes it accessible to a mind-altering fault. Relationships make it a fuller experi-

ence, intertwining trust, intimacy, and, dare I say it, love. But how many of us will get to experience that and successfully climb the wall of societal missteps and intellectual regressions which honor a physical sensation, the orgasm, above all else? When sex is not the ulitmate objective and when love is built between two people, we acknowledge our individualism and accept change in pursuit of happiness. In our generation, I don’t think the goal is to have kids, or even to get married. These are remnants of a past generation who did not witness the ramifications of overpopulation and repressive ideals in their childhood. The goal is to be happy, and our generation’s first attempt at this is instant gratification, but as we grow we will leave greater lessons to the future generations, if we can, about the beauty and satisfaction of true intimacy and trust.

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Your Guid Guide e to Safe Sex

Consent is Mandatory: Verbally express consent. Implied or coerced consent is not real consent. Consent is reversible, it is ok to change your mind at any point. “Maybe” does not mean yes. Consent to one thing does not mean consent to everything. Talk Boundaries:

Create a list of your own boundaries and communicate them to your partner. Make sure you and your partner are happy and comfortable with what is taking place at all times. Communication is key. Trust: Ask yourself if you trust your partner mentally and physically. Safe Sex is Hot:

Talk beforehand about a method of contraception (birth control and/or condoms). Know the status of your partner’s sexual health. Research STI prevention. Get a sexual health check once a year, or as needed. If you plan on having sex with someone you don’t know, make sure you let a friend know where you are and when to expect to hear from you. 62

So how has this mass objectification and the separation of sex from emotion seeped into the rest of our dating culture? A prime example is Tinder, the blending of cold technological algorithms with the innate human desire to find love.

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We Won, What Now? By Melania Zilo

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’ve been holding my breath for four years. I’ve spent four years praying that the rumors are true. That my voice counts. That my vote counts. That we could do this. On November 7th of 2020, I unclenched my jaw, let out my tiresome tears, and for the first time in four years, let out a triumphant exhale. And for a brief moment, everything stood still. Dumbfounded, I sat down on the edge of my bed, eyes staring at the cold floor, and the only thought that raced through my head was, “What now?”. See, I wanted to celebrate. I heard the honking, and the music, and the laughter, and the joy in the air. I so deeply wanted to celebrate all the things we were holding our breath for—civility in the White House, a sense of unity, a healing nation. The thought of all these things sounds beautiful in speeches, but how could I be so foolish as to believe that the storm is over? I look back at a nation before Trump took office. A nation where Americans were suffering from a recession while Wall Street was handed a trillion-dollar bailout. A nation where cages were being built at the border and mass deportation left millions of people lost, confused, and displaced. We watched the bombings and the destruction and the lives lost. And don’t tell me we had healthcare because I watched my own people struggle with the system. Looking back, the last four years were merely a symptom of the broken system. And at a time when we needed a unifying and healing force the most, America watched a man capitalize off our brokenness. The trade deficit at an all-time high, $1.9 trillion

tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations, stock buybacks, trade wars, almost 300,000 American lives lost. Time and time again, that same feeling of helplessness never left my chest. We turned a blind eye to the blatant racism, violence, islamophobia, tantrums, sexism, pain, and failure if it meant a second chance for struggling Americans. How foolish were we? I want to celebrate, but only when there is something worth celebrating. My chest feels lighter, but you see, I’m still holding my breath. I pray that the rumors are still true. That my voice counts. That my vote counts. I will celebrate when promises are kept. When we go carbon neutral by 2035, when we decide to support middle-class Americans instead of lining the wealthy and large corporations’ pockets. I will exhale when we celebrate the fact that people chose our nation for a fresh start. My jaw will unclench when Black Americans, Indigeneous Peoples, immigrants, the LGBTQIA+ community, and every other marginalized group in America is given back the voice that has been stolen from them. I refuse to celebrate a system that continues to oppress, invalidate, and hurt me. We have seen enough and are demanding better. We deserve to see the light, and in 2021 we will fight for it. We have proven that there is power in numbers and have been reminded of our higher calling. We will show up for each other time and time again and lead with love, fire, and power. There will be no silencing in 2021, only triumph and truth. The people have spoken, and their voice has been heard loud and clear.

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ur existence lies in a metaphorical hole that society began digging thousands of years ago. A hole that has become the basis on which we sustain our man-made construct of living. One where we can no longer imagine a life that exists beyond the surface or foresee our inevitable ending. That is as objective as I could get when attempting to visualize a narrative reflecting on the environmental crisis we face today. Your view on it is ultimately your prerogative. If you can bear the thought of living in a continuous hole, bound to fall through at some point, then there is no need to worry about making your way out. However, I would like to think that our instinct and compassion would prevent us from going that far. Naturally, turning to industrialization and technology came with its own set of consequences as it divided us from our history and deep connection to the world around us. And while my narrative is constructed based on this hypothetical hole that we have dug ourselves, I would never leave you without hope for the future. Instead, my propositions will try to make this escape from the hole seem more attainable, unlike how we usually approach today’s environmental issues. While I have no intentions of giving you an in-depth history lesson here, context matters. In understanding our structural background, we can realize our potential future. About 12,000 years ago, humans began their transition from the life of hunting and gathering to agricultural settlement. It was in this moment that the digging of the hypothetical hole would begin as the way humans interacted with our planet forever changed. However, this digging would not result from the action itself, but rather the mentality that comes with this new culture of farming, cultivation, accumulation, and storage. At this moment, humans began to control and tame the environment rather than working on its inclusivity and productivity. This resulted in the social consequence of blindly accepting our profit-induced motivations, arduous labor, and exceptional economic hierarchy, all while justifying its inherent harm on the en-

vironment on the basis that it is ‘innate’. This behavior and newfound attitude explains why industries so readily accepted the currency of tangible, non-renewable resources, despite the potential for alternatives, such as the scientific exploration of solar power in the late 1800s. These newfound attitudes raise the question of what happened to the obvious, imperative role of having someone protect the Earth from power-driven leaders and money-hungry corporations who have no intention to live in respect to the environment that so literally gives us life? The Netflix documentary Kiss the Ground sheds light on what happens when we exclude this critical role from society and exposes this failure, showing that twothirds of the world is desertifying while forty million people are being pushed off lands. The number of desertification refugees is expected to reach one billion by 2050. Yet, these examples of evident failures still have little impact on how we approach the world we are using to survive, as we are still living in a world of dystopian acceptance and environmental ruin. The distance in which we have dug ourselves into the hypothetical hole is the same distance in which we have separated ourselves from the natural world due to our industrial and technological development. The further we are from the surface, the further we are digging ourselves into environmentally damaging lifestyles. As we did this, we not only pursued environmental harm, but eventual social and psychological harm on the human level. As we continue to dig as though we are profiting from it, we lose track of what the surface once meant to us. The walls of the hole serve as a barrier between us and our vision of a world that has more than just the pursuit of wealth and power. We have become blind to how shallow our motivations are, as we have so deeply immersed ourselves into the mentality of consumerism, waste, and utter disregard. However, it is foolish to believe that our digging will continue indefinitely with an infinite amount of resources at hand. May I remind you that there is no “Planet B”, and all things come to an end eventually.

sa m e i n t e l l i g e n c e t h at w e a r e t o day , b u t i n t e r c o n n e ct ivi ty e c o n o m i e s" The distance in which we have dug ourselves into the hypothetical hole is the same distance in which we have separated ourselves from the natural world due to our industrial and technological development. The further we are from the surface, the further we are digging ourselves into environmentally damaging lifestyles. As we did this, we not only pursued environmental harm, but eventual social and psychological harm on the human level. As we continue to dig as though we are profiting from it, we lose track of what the surface once meant to us. The walls of the hole serve as a barrier between us and our vision of a world that has more than just the pursuit of wealth and power. We have become blind to how shallow our motivations are, as we have so deeply immersed ourselves into the mentality of consumerism, waste, and utter disregard. However, it is foolish to believe that our digging will continue indefinitely with an infinite amount of resources at hand. May I remind you that there is no “Planet B”, and all things come to an end eventually. For a minute, let us imagine that while we were digging, we were also simultaneously granted a brick for each environmental technological development, social movement, protest, or environmental initiative. We could use these bricks to build a foundation that will allow us to climb out of the hole and regain the view of the world. We would finally see ourselves as a part of it, rather than separated by a desire to only seek the parts we exploit and superficially benefit from. This hypothetical foundation building continues to remind us of the harm of our actions. It’s the intangible threats of global warming, the invisible accumulation of greenhouse gasses, the plastic we don’t see in the ocean, the piles of waste we throw in more impoverished regions, the animals being killed due to deforestation. Through this acknowledgment comes accountability. In finding ways to fill the role of protecting our world and ourselves, we must focus on unifying the large, yet separated sectors of business, politics, and the people. In this unification,

we must realize that the hole we are digging is due to our inability to realize that our motivations and leading constituents are indeed manmade and not something separate from us. And, although society may take much of the pressure in helping with environmental efforts, much of our concentration must be put on those at the top of the economic hierarchy. To build a foundation that would lift us out of the hole we have dug for ourselves, we must work against a mentality sustained by the precipice of pessimism, dystopian acceptance, and perpetual isolation. We must utilize the same intelligence that brought us to where we are today, but towards actualized interconnectivity and living economies. In doing so, we will be able to see and love the world around us for what it once was and, maybe one day, plant a tree where that hole once was. By Paloma Rossano

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