The majority of my friends consume varying amounts of alcohol most weekends and some weeknights in one way or another. Plenty of 21+ folks in my life meet up at restaurants for dinner and cocktails (and brunch and mimosas), spend too much money on drinks at concert venues, and sip on wine in the comfort of their homes regularly. It’s a pillar of our society.
Since turning 21 in 2014, I too have participated in this standard alcohol culture. The problem? I’ve developed an intolerance to alcohol over time.
The last few months have been a difficult time for my friends and family. Loved ones have passed away, intimidating diagnoses have been received, and unexpected news has made us feel like we’re on unstable ground. My heart hurts for everyone in my life who has been suffering and grieving for any reason.
One of the hardest things to do while going through the stages of grief is function normally, let alone practice any amount of self-care. How can you try to meditate when you are consumed by anger or sadness? How can you put on a face mask if you can’t get out of bed? Self-care is daunting when you simply don’t have it in you.
I’ve struggled with my body image for my entire life. It’s easy to zone in on the things I don’t like about my body and ignore all the beautiful parts that make me who I am.
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.
So I’m dating again.
For anyone who knows my story, this is a pretty big deal. I told my therapist around September that I wanted to put myself out there but didn’t have the true courage to actually do it until February. It took me months to even consider downloading Tinder.