Teenage years
After Age 40, You Need to Stop Doing These Habits — That Speed Up Aging
Have you ever wondered if your morning routine is making you age faster? It turns out that what you do in the first hour after waking can have a big impact on how fast — or slow — you age.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Confessions
Get to Know Trichomoniasis, the Most Common Non-Viral Sexually Transmitted Infection
It was late one night in the lab when a physician from the emergency room came over. She had taken a couple of samples from a patient and wanted to read her own slides. We call it a wet mount when you read slides right after they’re collected. But this particular physician forgot one crucial step.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Confessions
I am as chalant as it gets
Oh, act like you don't care! Don't show emotions or else you will be deemed uncool, don't smile too loud, be silent about your victories, don't be so passionate about the things you love, don't text first, don't reach out first, play hard to get- oh, and the list goes on. The new trend of being the mysterious black cat is the propaganda I am not falling for, don't get me wrong, it is not something I am against or hold my grudge against. I truly believe if you are authentically like that, there is nothing wrong with being that way, but for all the ones who actually are yappers and the ones who fill the room with love and light, this trend just invalidates their existence.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Silent Battle Before I Became a Mother. Content Warning.
Everyone dreams of becoming a mother, but not everyone knows the silent pain behind that dream. This is the true story of how I became a mother after years of emotional struggle, societal pressure, and unexpected challenges a journey that changed my life forever.
By Mariam Akterabout a year ago in Confessions
Unsent Echoes
Some moments are quiet reflections in time that stretch like shadows, timeless yet enigmatic. It’s quite strange how often I’ve thought of her, not with sharp, aching, loud bursts as would come with tragedy, but interspersed with calm murmurs of remembrance that comfortingly sneak in during the in-between hours: the intervals between meetings, the cough of silence that follows delight, and the stillness right before slumber.
By Rahat Rezuanabout a year ago in Confessions
When I Saw Her For The Last Time
I still remember the way she stood under the soft glow of the old train station lights, her coat buttoned up to her chin, a scarf wrapped around her neck like armor against the cold. It was early December, the kind where the chill settles deep into your bones. She had a soft smile on her face, but her eyes—those eyes—held a sadness I hadn’t seen before.
By Haji Akbarabout a year ago in Confessions
Steps to Achieve a Slimmer Figure
Steps to Achieve a Slimmer Figure Realizing a slim and healthy body necessitates ongoing effort, discipline, and modifications to one's lifestyle rather than seeking quick fixes. Below are several vital measures that can assist you in achieving a slim figure in a healthy and sustainable manner: 1. Cultivate Healthy Eating Practices: The foremost and most significant step towards weight loss is embracing a balanced and nutritious diet. It is advisable to restrict the consumption of high-calorie foods, sugary treats, and oily or processed products. Instead, prioritize vegetables, fruits, whole grains, and lean proteins such as eggs, chicken, and fish, while ensuring adequate hydration throughout the day. Refrain from consuming soft drinks, fried items, and unnecessary snacks. 2. Engage in Regular Physical Activity: Regular exercise is essential for weight loss. Aim to participate in at least 30 minutes of physical activity each day. This could include walking, jogging, cycling, swimming, dancing, or practicing yoga. If you are a novice or have significant weight to lose, begin with light exercises and progressively enhance the intensity and duration. Consistency is more crucial than intensity.
By Ahmed Nurabout a year ago in Confessions
The Love That I Was Forced to Leave
A fight is not always enough to break down a relationship. At times, the breakup happens gently, without words and even so, you feel it deeply. It’s regarding the love that I had to move on, not because I didn’t love, but because I finally did. We came together in a time of disorder. I didn’t know if I should be the person I was or the person I hoped to be. That’s when I noticed—he was warmhearted, funny and had dreams of his own. He saw me as a complete person, even on days when I felt I didn’t have anything whole in me. That look seemed like hope to me and I believed love would fix all my unresolved emotions. Everything about bookkeeping seemed simple at first. We didn’t leave until late at night, chatting about our lives, fears and memories. He made me laugh even when I had stopped smiling. He filled me with hope. And I let go of a part of me in order to give it all to him. No one ever tells you that if love is not based on truth, it will slowly reduce your own sense of who you are. I was so determined for things to work that I ignored how silent they were becoming. I wasn’t tuning in to what I needed anymore. I started making up stories why I felt more sleepy with him, instead of excited. He wasn’t mean. He handled situations calmly and didn’t change what he promised. Still, he wanted me to become a person I’m not—small and therefore easy for him to love. The person he wanted me to be didn’t seem too excited, didn’t have big dreams and asked for little. I wanted to love her too. I worked very hard to conform to how he wanted things. However, as I became smaller, I became less visible. Leaving China wasn’t something I decided at a particular instant. It was no less than a hundred separate lives. The words that made me feel less than human. The times I would cry near him, not wanting to disturb the peace he needed. When I finally realized I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror. I didn’t make a grand exit. It was fully peaceful- no doors slammed or fault-finding accusations. Just a marathon of honest words, deep sadness and knowing the reality for both of us. I had a lot of love for him. I couldn’t hide who I was anymore, as much as it was for him. Breaking up with someone close to you is a really tough thing to do. Grief comes back in the moments when it’s quiet. The ones you jump over, because they still bring him to mind. How you can still reach out for the phone whenever something joys you. The quiet that comes with not being someone’s person anymore. In addition, there’s the benefit of space. Space to catch my breath again. Just noticing your heart working and keeping you alive. For you to choose your own experiences, not those someone assigns to you. I did little things that brought me back to life. Going outside and reading some poetry. Heading out for a walk without telling a soul where my path led. Declining an opportunity without being sorry. Writing down what I wasn’t ready to say to others. I was able to put myself back together, not through someone else’s love, but through my own. Not having him didn’t make me a failure in love. That’s why I started understanding how important it is to respect yourself first. A type of love that doesn’t require me to fade away just to be held. One that respects my choice, my hopes, my peace.
By Sun-Jinwoabout a year ago in Confessions
The Last Letter I Never Sent
Some love stories never get to say goodbye. This one lived quietly between two hearts and ended with an unopened envelope, found years too late.I found the letter tucked in the back of my dresser drawer, yellowed at the corners and sealed in an envelope with my shaky handwriting. The date on it stopped my heart—April 12th, 2013—the day before he left.
By Asim Aliabout a year ago in Confessions
The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown: In-depth Review.
Let me start with a confession: I used to be a recovering perfectionist. Yes, recovering – because perfectionism isn't something you conquer overnight. It's a sneaky little beast that creeps back into your life when you least expect it, whispering lies about how you're not good enough, smart enough, or worthy enough just as you are.
By Soibifaaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Anatomist's Masterpiece
In the hushed stillness of his attic studio, bathed in the soft glow of a single oil lamp, Professor Armitage hunched over his workbench. The air was thick with the scent of linseed oil and graphite, a familiar comfort to a man who had dedicated his life to the pursuit of anatomical perfection. Before him lay a sheet of pristine vellum, its surface yearning for the touch of his skilled hand. His tools, a collection of finely sharpened pencils, lay beside him, each one a conduit for his artistic vision. Tonight, he sought to capture the very essence of life itself: the human heart.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Confessions
