Posted in Fluff/Ramblings, Ramblings

Being Your Best Self

I’m finally beginning my journey to health! Again. There’s just something about being at home that just turns me into a lazy potato, but when I’m at school, I just want to do everything! I practice martial arts, I go to the gym almost everyday, and now I’m even going to learn how to swim! I’m really excited about that by the way, at least if I fall off a bridge I’ll be able to swim!

I’ll have to admit the fact that I exercise for vanity and health. Vanity because I want to be toned, I want to have abs, that glowing skin, and I certainly want to have that cute butt. I also do it for health, as I want to make sure that I won’t have to deal with heart disease (something that many women deal with), lower my risks of cancer, and I want to live longer. Strangely enough though, when I tell others that I am going to the gym or that I want to be healthier, they look at me and comment something like “you’re already so skinny, why do you need to exercise/eat so healthy?” This annoys me, yes, I do it for the vanity, but I’m going to say this right now: skinny does not equal healthy. I have a high metabolism and that’s great, but I want to be able to run around and not be out of breath. The same goes for bigger people too. We as a society have such an obsession with the perfect body that we lose sight of the fact that we are all different. We all have our own perfect bodies or we can achieve our own perfect bodies. We don’t have to alter ourselves cosmetically to be beautiful, we only need be healthy. It took me far too long to realize that, and I still don’t appreciate myself as much as I should.

I want to be my best self. Not the person who is skinny by simply laying around, watching TV, and eating. Rather, I want to be the person who looks and feels healthy while living my life. No matter your shape, make sure to live your lives to the fullest. Make sure that you’re able to go after the things that you love, both physically and emotionally. Let no one get in the way of your happiness.

Posted in Ramblings, School/University Life

Final Stretch!

Actually, that was like two days ago, I was just too bogged down to post anything. Anyway, this is it. My final semester as an undergraduate student. After this, I will be leaving a wonderful university with a degree, one of the first in my family to do so. I’m so excited, but I’m also so scared to see what the world has in store for me. I hope that I’ll succeed and make my family, especially my mother, proud. I hope that I will learn from any mistakes and that I’ll be able to mentor others who were in my position at some point. These past three and a half years have been difficult and enriching. I’ve made friends and lost friends. I’ve traveled. I’ve succeeded and I’ve failed. I’ve led and I’ve been led. I’m going to make this a short entry, but I do want to leave two messages: first, go to university/college, it’s been worth it. I’ve met so many people who have influenced me in some strange manner, both good and bad. There are lessons to be learnt from everyone that you meet there and in your regular life. Secondly, students who are/will be the first in their families to go to college, there are so many resources available to you, use them. There are people out there willing to speak with you, guide you, and cheer you on. Go for it, it’s worth it.

Posted in Ramblings

Society is so bloody irritating

With all this Stacey Dash bull. Honestly, she’s probably reveling in all this attention that she’s getting from both the mainstream media and social media. Granted, I find some of these clapbacks against her quite hilarious.

But, let’s let her regress back to her irrelevance and speak about something of actual importance. I find society so damned annoying that I tend to just tune out any issues that I see. I avoid reading comments because no matter what the issue is about, someone is alway tweeting some racially-charged shit, that came literally out of nowhere! We could be talking about cute puppies and then some dude comes around talking about “how Muslims are a destructive breed that needs to be eliminated.” It sure as hell doesn’t end there, because we all know that there’s always that person advocating for the separation of the races and how we should all begin a new society in Africa, acting as if Africa is a country and that they understand the intricacies of the diversity in cultures within a given African country, but whatever. Not to mention the fact that black in America means very different things among those within the “community.”

Actually, that’s another thing that will always confuse me. What exactly is the black community? Am I expected to feel a sense of community with someone else because we have a similar amount of melanin? In reality, I tend to be less connected with African-Americans than I would with someone else from the Caribbean or from West African countries. And that does not necessarily translate into being black, it’s because of culture. Even now, I realize that most of my friends that are black, are either from the Caribbean or from African countries. My other friends also tend to be from immigrant families. So we tend to share similar outlooks, practices, habits, and stories.

Back to my point though. As humans, we’ve been separated by geography and time, so we’ve evolved different cultures, skin colors, eye colors, hair types and colors, among many other traits. I pretty much have to echo the picture below:


People tend to appreciate the varying traits among other species, praising them for their diversity and all. But when it comes to our own diversity, we instead have hate, racism, segregation, and inequality in general. We make of names for other groups based on their skin color. We create norms that exclude other groups and understate the beauty that can be found in all people. We make people hate their own God-given skin and hair creating such terms as “coolie” or “nappy” (which I’m glad people are starting to re-appropriate and use in a positive manner, but there’s always that one ignorant douche), which is a whole different story that I’m probably going to write about, but for now this blog is too long. Society is bloody irritating because these slight differences in ourselves, things that we’ve adapted to survive, are things that we fight about, and are things that historically have led to the need at certain points for groups to arrange around to acknowledge their own talents. Essentially, our slight differences have led to the hot mess that is Stacey Dash. With that being said, welcome to my blog, I guess. Let me know what you guys think!