I’ve been recently experiencing a compliment conundrum that’s been bugging me: A few of my friends and peers have been telling me that it looks like I’ve been losing weight.
The funny part about this is that I haven’t been losing weight at all. My clothing size has not changed in months and the weight my doctor took at a recent appointment wasn’t any different than the year before.
While I don’t think the weight loss comments directed to me had true malintent, I do think there is a bigger societal issue that’s coming into play. We live in a world where a lot of our worth is placed on physical attributes and I honestly hate it.
This will be my first time being single on Valentine’s Day since 2015.
A small part of me is bitter about it but I’m mostly kind of psyched. I don’t have to worry about buying a sentimental gift or scramble to make a last-minute reservation the day before. No effort is required on my part and I’m here for it!
For the past few weeks, I’ve been battling a nasty sinus infection/cold/cough. It hit me right in the middle of my parents’ visit to my new apartment over Thanksgiving and lingered through the first few days of December.
Getting sick is all around miserable (as I’m sure you know.) All I wanted to do was sleep but my dog and congestion had other ideas. I was in a grumbly mood about spending too much money on tissue boxes and cough drops and annoyed at myself for coughing through my little brother’s birthday dinner. I wasn’t getting better fast enough and that just made me more disgruntled.
Student life can be really challenging. College students juggle multiple classes, extracurricular activities, and internships all while attempting to have a social life.
It can be particularly tough on first-year students who are testing out the collegiate experience away from home for the first time. Having that kind independence can be overwhelming to say the least.
That’s why it is essential to practice acts of self-care from the first day of class through finals week.
Today is my last day as a twenty-four year old human.
I’m feeling lots of feelings. On one hand, I’m thrilled this year is over because it was a doozy. I’m ready for a new age. On the other hand, I’m a little sad that my early twenties are past me. College life is long gone and fun twenty-one seems so far away.