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I’ve witnessed plenty of weddings this past year. I’ve seen vows exchanged beneath sprawling live oaks and bridesmaids gliding down flower-strewn aisles under the twinkle of outdoor lights. I’ve witnessed one bride wearing Margiela, a soon-to-be husband in happy tears. I’ve even heard the chatter of reconnected families echo through grand corridors, laughter flowing just

JIAYI LI At 7:48 P.M., I texted a friend who asked me how my first day of work went: No time to even pee. I thought it was the best job in the world. I was the sole assistant to the billionaire founder of the hottest hedge fund on Wall Street. My boss, let’s call

In ELLE.com’s monthly series Office Hours, we ask people in powerful positions to take us through their first jobs, worst jobs, and everything in between. This month, we spoke with Seema Bansal Chadha, co-founder of Venus et Fleur—the innovative floral company behind the Kardashian-approved Eternity Roses. Below, Chadha shares how her brand first stemmed from

Getty Images She’s a slut. A homewrecker. She’s basic. She’s a guy’s girl, damaged goods. Oh, she’s asking for it dressed like that. She’s crazy; a lonely spinster; a drama queen. An angry Black woman, a nasty woman. A stupid bitch. The list of casual everyday insults hurled at and between women and girls is

I’m headed out for drinks with friends when my seven-year-old alerts me that my dress is see-through. I wave her off with my mascara wand, but she stands adamant, marker-stained knuckles pressed against her hip. “No, Mama. I can see your bra.” Her voice is steeped in concern, like she’s caught me breaking the rules,

My mom, eternally optimistic about my love life, despite ever-increasing evidence to the contrary, would routinely check in after a first date. “Nothing to write home about!” I’d usually say, on the defense, already scrubbing whatever-his-name from memory. She’d sigh lovingly, wondering why her catch of a daughter wasn’t having more luck finding the kind

I found her in my mid-30s. I had just run for Congress in New York City, and lost spectacularly. Utterly humiliated, I spent most of my time alone, glued to my couch. My now-husband, Nihal, knew just how to cheer me up: we piled into a rental car, and drove to a farm in Pennsylvania.

My son was struggling with AP History in the kitchen while my new-ish relationship—a boyfriend of six months who I am really enjoying seven years after my divorce—was waiting on the couch in the living room. With the TV remote in his hand, ready to play a chilling documentary—our favorite form of relaxation—I knew I

For It Takes a Village, ELLE’s latest package exploring the intersection of parenthood and community, poet and author Cleo Wade penned an original poem about the “group work” necessary to create “big love” in the world. Wade, whose new children’s book, May You Love and Be Loved, is out now, also spoke to ELLE.com about