My best friend and I both recently had our hearts broken. I’m talking one of those unexpected, completely one-sided, open mouth crying, searching for answers and getting none kind of breakups – x2.
No matter what our differences are as people, insecurities are what seem to tie us all together. The issues we face differ from person to person, but each one of them causes the same negative end-product. Although everyone is entitled to their struggles, and should never be shunned or made to feel guilty for having them, we also all have a responsibility to make sure our own problems aren’t inflicting more pain and suffering on other people.
When you see multiple notifications popping up on your phone screen just minutes after posting a new selfie, it’s human nature to want to flick through the ‘likes’ to see who’s showing appreciation for your efforts. But are some of those likes worth more than others? Continue reading
It must really suck being Mr. Nice Guy sometimes. To see women everywhere expressing their desire for a true gentleman who will hold an umbrella over their head in the rain and carry them through puddles, only to fall boobs over brain for some jerk who will steal their shelter and throw them to the dirt just moments later.
Who should really pay for dinner? Now there’s a question that’s contributed to the war of the sexes for many years. But why? Why has going out for dinner become such a complex situation? When did this relaxing activity change from a romantic gesture to a battleground?
I was recently scrolling through my social media feeds when I stumbled across what seemed to be a new internet craze that has taken the world by storm – and driven women everywhere into a frenzy of panic. It’s a craze that’s got everyone talking, but not a lot of people recognising what it’s actually doing to our mental wellbeing.
Here’s some news for you ladies: you don’t need a man. It’s as simple as that. Sure, that’s easy for an outsider to say when knowing absolutely nothing about your overly complex, heart-wrenching life story that dates right back to your early teenage years, but sometimes an outside viewpoint, or a flash of reality, is all you really need.
The age old question – what do men really think about your body? Surely we’ve all experienced the uneasy moment when you catch eyes with that certain ‘type’ of the male species from across the bar, or on the dance floor, vodka orange in one hand and a bag of nerves creating a slight shake in the other…
Sweat dripping from every inch of my pale skin. I throw my pounding head back to gasp desperately for air. I drop hard to my knees. The tight grip that I’ve adopted in the last thirty seconds of thrilling madness releases, as I finally return to an ordinary rate of breathing. I prize open my steamy, blue eyes. Who’d have thought exercise could feel this good…? Continue reading