*face palms into a sigh* I cringe every time someone asks me this! Even if I wanted to get married young, I couldn't. Like I physically and mentally could not. #literallyicant .During Thanksgiving break, my Aunt asked me this question. Well…it wasn't really a question, it was a statement. She said that I should try to get married before I moved out of the state alone. *straight face* Now, everyone knows that I’m meant to live a traveler lifestyle. So maybe she was just trying to help me out, get me to settle/slow life down. However, I think marriage is a serious matter. I believe that before you commit to someone you have to know and love their flaws. How can you love someone else’s flaws, when you haven’t accepted your own yet? We’re young. We’re beautiful. We’re powerful. We deserve the opportunity to fall deeply in love with ourselves. I’m not talking about cocky love; let’s surpass that. I’m talking: head-over-heels, loving your curves and all of your edges *john legend voice*, accepting and viewing your flaws as beautiful….love. We should be allowed to fall in love with ourselves. I think it’s important to become a strong “I”, before you even attempt to become a beautiful “WE”.
My grades are none of your business. Like I really don’t have a nicer way to say this! It is senior year. I’ve made it…..SO LET ME MAKE IT! What bugs me the most is that this questions usually comes from relatives; relatives that don’t pay my tuition! If you don’t pay my tuition, then you don’t need to know my GPA. *Kanye Shrugs*
Well even if I didn't gain weight, now I think I did. Have you ever noticed that distant relatives throw the most shade? They seem to notice details about you that you haven’t even noticed. This question has variations: Is your face breaking out? Has that gap between your teeth always been there? Have your fingers always been that crooked?
Stop pointing out things that you view as flaws in others. It’s ugly. The Holidays aren’t the time for ugly.
Every Thanksgiving I have to tell one of my aunts that I’m not a nursing major. She knows what my real major is, but I think she’s trying to speak it into existence. I have nothing against nursing majors. I admire your ability to want to help people and save lives. However, I don’t really have those traits. You wouldn’t want me to be your nurse or doctor. I’m probably most likely to give you the wrong medication, or lose an eyelash inside of you during surgery. That major just isn’t what I’m destined for. It annoys me when others pressure us to pick a major based on salary. I strongly believe that if you do what you love to do then you will be as wealthy as you are meant to be. Find what you love. Be great at what you do. Take over the world. *twirls*
This question gives me anxiety, and I don’t understand why relatives feel the need to ask it. I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life…. because I don’t know who I want to be for the rest of my life. And no, I’m not lost….I just haven’t found myself yet; and yes there is a BIG difference! I believe that we’re meant to use our gifts to impact the world. I believe that we’re all meant to change the world with those gifts. And I believe that we’ve all been given unique gifts.Yes...we've all been given UNIQUE gifts, meaning our paths will be DIFFERENT. So no….I can’t tell you what I’m going to do with the rest of my life, because I don’t know yet. Our paths are all different. I want to change the world, so my path HAS to be DIFFERENT. If we lived life like everyone else then we aren't fulfilling our own destiny, and in effect wasting our gifts. When my path finds me you will know "what I’m doing with the rest of my life”; you won’t have to ask. But until then…please don’t *Kanye Shrugs Into A Twirl*