Shower Thoughts

You are probably wondering, what the heck my title says besides the word future. It’s the French translation of   my future career . It is an assignment I have had to write throughout my entire life in school and a question I am currently asking myself right now. My future career? When I complete my 4 years of college what would I be waking up to do? Who do I want to become?     Data Analyst? Financial Advisor? Data Security Analyst? I am still yet to find an answer.     To understand my dilemma, I will start from the beginning. I applied to the University of Arizona as a physics student. I clicked on physics thinking it was psychology and that should tell you how rushed the decision to apply to the U of A was. I was following my high school sweetheart’s decision in applying to the school, in hopes of us going to school together. Long story short, that never happened, and my parents fell in love with this school so now here I am.    Back to the journey...

As the days go by, I feel like I am slowly losing my ability to get out of bed. Pre-pandemic, I had the same feeling, but it was only a temporary feeling till I heard the people around and the cars outside my window. Now I have nothing to look forward to- no cars and definitely no people. My alarm is a dreadful reminder of the robotic day ahead.    Don’t even get me started on the first activity of the day- classes. I feel like I am paying for access to YouTube videos. 17-thousand-dollar worth YouTube videos. A professor and black screens which hold what could be a sleeping college student, an absent college student or a daydreaming college student behind them. I admit that I am the sleeping college student. When I try and put in effort to stay awake, my mind wanders to a time where I wasn’t stuck watching YouTube videos.  Currently, my bed has become the new classroom.    I give props to the people who willingly put on their cameras during zoom classes. It...

Hourglass, Apple, Pear, Rectangle, Inverted Triangle are the descriptions that pop up on google when I typed body shapes. You have probably heard of the main one, hourglass the most unattainable body shape. If it doesn’t ring a bell let me help you remember think of an hourglass curvy top and bottom with a tiny middle portion. What used to be the most unattainable body type it is now easily accessible if you’re willing to take out a few ribs and add floaters to your chest and bottom. Now let me just add that I have nothing against plastic surgery if that is what makes you feel good do you, but my main focus is the amount of people currently flocking to get it done.  Now let’s take a look at the world as a whole every region has their own beauty standards. If we glance at Asia, we see the pull towards a narrower chin, that changed over time a quick google search shows. A trip down the Asian memory lane would show the ancient practice of foot binding, the practice has faded but durin...

Type. A word we have all probably uttered when considering our ideal partner. Over the years I have gone through a variety of types. I wanted a funny, understanding, tall person. The list went on with a bunch of unrealistic adjectives. Back then I thought building an ideal partner in my head would guide me on my search. However, I was building what I considered was a perfect human being, one which could never exist. The partner in my brain was always flawless but in reality, we all have our flaws and I was refusing to see it. When I found someone, they were either too short, too tall or were missing some of the characteristics I was looking for.  Growing up I was always met with games that fed into that mindset. I remember playing a game with a jump rope which had the categories that would describe your future husband. “What letter would his first name be?”, “Would he be tall or short?”, “Would he be rich or poor” and other questions that ruined my young mind. Moving onto adolescen...