At the end of the day, I know that I’m doing my best to be nice to people, and I recognize and accept the fact that a lot of times, people aren’t trying very hard to be nice to me. And somehow that makes it a little easier. Almost as if being nice has become something rebellious. Everyone just wants to push your buttons.
I spent a solid hour explaining to my sister that she’s better looking than she thinks she is, but she doesn’t realize it because she’s not used to her own face. Like, she thinks she has certain unfavorable traits because she focuses on those when she looks in the mirror and scrutinizes them far beyond what… Continue reading Thoughts
No, I’m not currently a hijabi. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. A lot. Yesterday I got the “hijab talk” from my parents for like, the third time. I know I definitely want to do it. I just don’t know when. And I don’t want to do it just because my parents… Continue reading Hijab?
Why? Because it fuels my inferiority complex. I never used to be the type of person who wanted acceptance from other people. I had no desire to be one of the popular girls, or be the funny girl, or even have a ton of friends. And then Facebook happened. And then twitter. And then instagram.… Continue reading Social Networking Gives Me Anxiety