All posts tagged: Writing

On Treating Yo Self

Ever since Tom and Donna introduced me to the concept of “treat yo self” (which, for anyone who isn’t aware, is the anthem), I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. While the Parks & Rec gang focused on material things like buying clothes and fragrances, ultimately what the whole “treat yourself” philosophy means to me is very simply: be kind to yourself. Being kind to yourself is much more than just letting yourself eat a cupcake – it’s about offering yourself the sort of kindness that you would unquestionably give to your best friend even when she’s at the lowest of times. It’s very easy to hold yourself to certain standards of being, whether that means standards of intelligence or creativity or beauty or popularity. But what often happens is that these standards are very difficult to attain and maintain, or there are other people out there better at it than you are, and suddenly these little monsters of self-doubt, fear-of-failure and embarrassment creep their way into your mind. The goal then, is …

On Feminism

It took me a long time to realise I was a feminist, mostly because I always thought being a feminist meant burning my bra, shaving my head and becoming a lesbian. I used to quickly defend myself whenever I called out sexism and my guy friends called me a feminist. “I’m not like an actual feminist” I’d insist. God forbid, right? One day, after I said this, a friend asked me “Why not, don’t you want equality for women?” I answered “Why, of course I do”. And then she said the most liberating thing to me. She said: “Then you are a feminist.” See, the media always like to put up images of angry, negative, man-hating extremists that are nearly impossible to relate to, and then slap the “feminist” label on her. And even if women try to be feminists, an army of journalists are ready to pick her apart and point out all the ways she isn’t feminist enough: “Beyonce is too naked, too married, too pregnant, too sexy, to be a feminist.” Never mind the fact …

On Happiness

8 in 10 people would describe me as “happy”. That’s what I learnt when I was 14. During a Personal Development day at school, we split into groups of 10 and were asked to write down one nice thing about everyone else in the group. At the end of the day, we each received an envelope of compliments, and 80% of mine read some variation of the statement “You’re always so happy! xoxox” I went home that day awfully flattered, (I guess that was the point of the exercise), and never really thought much about it. That is until yesterday, when I found this envelope tucked away in one of my old diaries. I re-read all these compliments, and found myself sitting on the floor of my bedroom thoroughly analysing what exactly it was about me that made my peers believe I was perpetually happy. Was it just an easy way of saying “I don’t really know you”? Was it because I was a giant dork who just really loved school? Or was it because …