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Job Interview
Nothing is as stressful and embarrassing as a job interview. Usually, we don’t know what the interviewer expectation is. Neither are we aware of what criteria they are going to base on. Under this circumstance, most often we are not quite sure about the type of clothes to put on, the colors to wear, or the way to present ourselves. All these factors transform job interviews into weird moments.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Journal
Friendship Comes and Goes
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.”- Jim Morrison My insecurity as well as my past anxiety transformed me into a highly sensitive person. This character trait had influenced my relationships as well as my own life for almost 5 years before I came to realize that I was the problem. I was trying to please everyone ―especially my friends― against my own happiness and prosperity as a young adult. I felt that I had to ask each one of my friends if they would be comfortable with anything I wanted to accomplish in my life. Because I thought that the best way for me to prove that I was a complete person was having long-term relationships even if my friends were not actually good to me. Besides, I was too afraid of being alone…
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Humans
Let’s Have a Conversation about Gender Identities
Some people might think that the pride movement is only about homosexuality and gender non-conformity. However, this movement is more complex than the actual revindications of the LGBTQ+ communities. Because the exclusions of these people have considerable drawbacks on our societies. And their inclusions give way to a brighter future.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Pride
The Girl inside of Me (Part I)
I have three brothers and no sisters. When I was a young child, I used to play with my brothers and their friends. Thus, most of my brothers’ friends also became friends of mine. During my childhood it was not a problem for me to be the only girl in the crew, but as I am getting older ―especially during my teenage years, I became obsessed about not having girls as friends. At the same time, I was experiencing loneliness, because all my friends (who are boys) started to have girlfriends and didn’t let me play with them anymore. I started to become depressed. At school, no one wanted to talk to me, neither boys nor girls. The girls thought that I was too masculinized and bullied at me instead of helping me.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Psyche
My Daydreams
During my childhood and my teenage years, it was hard for me to have friends because I was a tomboy. My style and behaviors didn’t facilitate my interaction either with boys or with girls. The moments I shared with my family were perhaps the only ones I enjoyed for real because they didn’t bother to have a boyish girl by their side. They didn’t even talk about the subject. It was either a normal thing in their mind, or it was not that important enough to bother them. Because, still, I was a “good” girl, I studied a lot and obeyed the family’s norms. Probably they didn’t even notice my tomboy style, they had too many things to think about.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Fiction
Black Inside And (Not) Black Outside
I never knew the word black was banished until I left Haiti, a country where most black people wouldn’t dare to forget the story of black people on this island. The word “black” has such an importance there, that even the Haitian Creole word for black (nèg for men, and nègès for women) is also used for referring to people in general. I always knew that there are several words to describe black people, and I have been thinking about them since my childhood. Nevertheless, I supposed that these terms were just used for special contexts, and the word black itself was the most neutral way to illustrate the color of a black person. My confusion over black identity started when people would avoid referring to my color.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Viva
- Top Story - May 2022
I Started to Love myself when I Realized This
For me, loving oneself starts with respecting one’s parents, identifying with them when it is necessary and exercising our own judgement about their strengths as well as their flaws, failures, and imperfections. Perhaps you think it is an easy work, but it is not that simple. For most people accepting their origin is an uphill struggle. If you have been through this, you know it is nothing but an internal conflict with yourself. People don’t care if you are at peace with your past or not, neither would they care about your parents especially. They taunt you about your parents because they suppose that deep inside of your mind there should be a disagreement between you and your parents that makes you ashamed of yourself. Prove somehow that you don’t take for granted their commentary and you will see that the real problem was not about your parents, but about you and them.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Families