Illustration by Andreya Klobucar I went to a mostly white high school in a suburban area where feminism was only mentioned in text books. I don’t remember materializing the word into something that I could actually use or be, but my grandmother said she was a feminist so it must’ve meant I was one too. Mind you If a boy caught drift of that word I’d have been teased for it. To them, saying I was a feminist was the same as saying I was stiff. ‘Independence’ was about as far as

Illustration by Bethany Smith The sisterly non profit organizations you need to know about! There’s so much progress left for women’s issues all around the world, but there are many women-led organizations that are making a huge impact. Here at Mimp Mag we are very passionate about helping and empowering women around us, and we’ll have to admit it’s hard to find resources and organizations that can give us an outlet to help one another. We did a little digging for you and fou

My best friend and I have this theory that parts of our soul come from the same star. Perhaps that explains why our lives seem to intertwine so closely and why we can always, without fail, make each other feel okay again. To my best friend, my sister, these poems are for you. Here’s to many more years of love and sisterhood, coffee shop hopping and late-night FaceTime sessions. Photo by: Hailey Asquin poem i (my best friend, my sister) my best friend is a girl made of ink an