The Anonymous Tip

The Anonymous Tip

I type up whatever I'm thinking at the moment, whether it's controversial or not.

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  • The Anonymous Tip
    Published 7 days ago
    So, you like them, but why?

    So, you like them, but why?

    Okay. You’ve been staring at this person in the school’s canteen for who knows how long and you still haven’t gotten up from the table to speak to them whatsoever. What’s the actual problem? Well, for one, they’re sitting with all their friends and you don’t have the courage to go and speak to them. Two? You’ve been caught staring about three times now so you’ve probably just been labeled as a creep. Three? Your crush doesn’t even know who you are, so going up to talk to them would prove what exactly? This is annoying. This feeling of helplessness in a situation that could, maybe, be taken care of in a simple “Hi” is annoying.
  • The Anonymous Tip
    Published 2 years ago
    Me, My Natural Hair, and I

    Me, My Natural Hair, and I

    There’s always been a love-hate relationship between myself and my hair and it wasn’t until I was 17 that I decided to go natural. Growing up I hated getting my hair done and the entire process was so painful, I literally cried every time my mother did my hair. When my mother would mention to me she was gonna do my hair I would pray she would forget and not do my hair. Then, once I got around my teen years, that’s when I made the decision to get a perm in my hair. I literally thought it was the best thing to ever happen to me and my hair... and somehow my tender headedness (I don't think that's a word...) went away after getting my first perm.
  • The Anonymous Tip
    Published 2 years ago
    The Unattractive Life

    The Unattractive Life

    I’m a rather average person. An average looking girl who lives a rather average life. I’m not someone you would actually notice. As a matter of fact, I went throughout my entire school years as someone you wouldn’t really notice. If you did notice me, however, you either talked shit or thought I was a mean person due to my resting bitch face. I was fortunate enough to hang with folks that I called my “friends,” but you know how that goes: once school ends, all the people you called your “friends” rarely contact you and vice versa.