One of the most vivid memories I have from my adventures in preschool is how I found out I was allergic to all kinds of animals. I had one goal in preschool and that was becoming the Bunny Keeper. Every single time my class would go to the library, that is where Lucy’s cage is held, I would never get a turn to pet her. … Continue reading Being Allergic to Animals
Don’t be fooled: this isn’t your typical “tattoo tips” post. I’m not here to tell you to eat a big breakfast, and I’m certainly not here to try and guess how much a tattoo will hurt depending on where you get it. Less than a month after my 18th birthday—July 5th, 2017 to be exact (shout out to my artist Scott Barry from Visible Ink in … Continue reading Tattoo Tips No One Tells You
Moving to Boston was the first time I ever moved anywhere. I was born and raised in the same community. I have lived in the same house my whole life. So like you can imagine I felt stuck and I wanted to leave my small southern town. I wanted to move into a city and I wanted to be surrounded by strangers. I knew that … Continue reading Tips on How to Overcome Homesickness
“Aah choo,” you sneeze and you find your nose running. Your body temperature is either way too hot or way too cold. You can feel the chills of a cold tingle through your body. The cough has now turned into this aggressive battle to clear out your throat. You feel less active and the bed is now calling your name. You’re rummaging through your cabinets and all of your room, but you don’t have any source of medication there. Your parents aren’t here. You are away at college and your own for the first time. You have no one to guide you in what to get, where to go, and how to get it. Now you’re forced to make the awkward and confusing trip to the store to try and find the best things to fight being sick. If you are new to the common cold/ flu struggle, here are a few tips.
I spend most of my money on two things: Chipotle and skincare products. Considering my three tacos with a side of chips costs only $9, my cash mostly goes towards making my face as clear and flawless as possible.
I’ve struggled with oily, acne-prone skin ever since I was a young kid. Throughout the years, I’ve gone through a lot of costly experimenting to find products that work with my temperamental skin. Just when I think I’ve found a product that works, my face decides to give me a big middle finger and break out all over the place. Then, it’s back to the drawing board.
Recently, however, I’ve found a group of products that keep my skin in a sort of balance. While I still get the occasional hormonal breakout or two, these products keep the oil on my face under control, preventing further breakouts.
One of the hardest parts of adjusting to Boston was getting used to the gloomy days. In Texas, I was so used to having constant sunshine. I didn’t realize how much the sun affects my mood until I experienced many days without sun. There is a direct correlation between sunshine and happiness. Sunlight increases serotonin levels, which makes you happier. This feeling could also be … Continue reading Sunshine Equals Happiness: How to Brighten Your Mood on Gloomy Days
Since coming to school at Emerson, I have gradually been trying to switch over many of my beauty products to healthier alternatives that do not contain sulfates, aluminum, phthalates, silicone, and more. If you want to read more about the harmful effects of these ingredients, click here! I made this decision because I felt that in college I have more control over what I put on and in my body, so why not start making healthier choices now? This process has been difficult because of both price and the way my body has reacted to some of these products. However, I don’t regret my efforts because I am doing something positive for my body.
I used to think that everyone’s tonsils were as large as mine. I’ll save you all the scarring mental images, but they are pretty large. Large enough to the point where if they get infected, it’s hard for me to swallow food. There is nothing more frustrating than not being able to enjoy my favorite sandwich because I have to drink a whole glass of water just to swallow one bite. This had to end.
Animal agriculture is responsible for eighteen percent of greenhouse gas emissions, more than the combined exhaust from all transportation. Cattle is responsible for roughly fifty percent of those emissions. (Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations). For years, people have turned a blind eye towards the environmental and health problems surrounding the beef and dairy industry. It was not until recently had I gave this issue the attention it deserved and vowed off beef and day by day started to limit my dairy intake. This was no easy feat, and it certainly challenges the way of the American culture and how we live our lives. Whenever I bring up topics that have to do with cutting out beef and dairy from my diet, I am met with scoffs and avoidance, which is understandable because these foods are ingrained in American culture. Every Fourth of July my parents grill up fat juicy burgers, like the majority of America. My friends and I had a tradition of going to the local diner and ordering up tall chocolate milkshakes completed by a mountain of whipped cream and an artificially dyed cherry that rested on the top.
The gym. It seems like a scary place. It’s filled with a lot of metal contraptions and machines that are supposed to help you work out, but in reality, you have no idea how to use them. There is also the potential of working out in front of people that you know, making yourself worry about judgmental glares 24/7. These are just some of the concerns that people like me had, making it impossible to make yourself actually go to the gym.
For a while now, I refused to go to the gym. I never bothered getting a gym membership back at home and I just chose to work out on my own. This mostly included going on runs around my neighborhood or attempting to get in 20 push ups and sit ups in one day. But neither of these exercises forced me “lift,”the deadly word that was associated with gym folk. It wasn’t until this year where I actually started to force myself to go. If I had to listen to my soccer coach complain to me again about how I wasn’t “strong enough” I was going to get severely pissed off.