Aside from the fact that rates of divorce are increasing at an unprecedented level amongst 'grown-up adults' (therefore not setting the bar high for marriage amongst children and the coming generations) - Young people are also faced with the recent phenomenal complexity of gender identity politics; an exhaustive list of terms which one may identify their sexuality to; shallow representations of relationships portrayed by the media; as well as the instant accessibility to social networks that comes with the now normalised constant internet usage.
Unfortunately, in terms of 'black stereotypes', black people often are the ones glorifying their own degradation in the process. According to author Burrell, racism isn't the primary issue; but how we respond to media distortions and programmed self-hatred. The Black Inferiority campaign perpetuated by the media is the "greatest propaganda campaign of all time".
Once the cracks could no longer tolerate the embarrassing naivety at which I was handling my daily life affairs, it finally gave way and erupted into a volcanic explosion; giving way to what came to be the year 2018.
Because high sensitivity is widely misunderstood, the behavior of Highly Sensitive People can frustrate others. Being highly sensitive doesn’t make a person weak, but it does mean HSPs have to manage themselves and their relationships, work, and lives differently than most people in order to thrive.
This subtle shift in the focus of the pattern of the couple's arguments usually occurs early in the relationship.
Because this pattern is so subtle and hard to initially identify, our culture has been slow to identify it as abuse.
Confidence, I guess is subjective.
Some people perfectly personify it: *cough* narcissists *cough*
Others believe one can 'look' confident and therefore place more attention on their outward appearance; whereas others place more value on the 'act' of confidence.
Whatever the correct answer may be, true confidence goes a long way in....
As I sit in anger, my mind can't help but reminisce on that one time, where I was accused of being a 'third wave feminist'. I use the word accuse, because this male, threw the word at me as though I should be ashamed of it.
I can recall walking past River Island and TopShop with longing eyes, knowing that at the time I couldn't quite afford their trendy clothes, but not ceasing to try them on in the changing rooms and taking mirror selfies - yearning for the days where I could comfortably fork out £40 on a pair of good quality jeans.
When I began blogging I was advised to be very consistent when writing content. I agreed to this, and dedicated myself to writing a blog post once or twice a week. Clearly, this hasn't quite gone to plan.