I'm tired of having to walk someone through a panic attack over text. Not because I don't want to help them, but because they deserve better than "take deep breaths and think of puppies."
Cara is the perfect actress to play Margo because not only is her American accent dull and average, but it's perfect for a character you're not supposed to really figure out at all. That's the whole point.
You're a beautiful tenor. I'm an alto. If we sang together, it would be a mixture of Jesus, Fergie, fireworks and the kind of churro that melts in your mouth.
We don't like it when the press ask female celebrities about their bodies, but so far, everyone seems fine with this. Am I the only one who thinks it's a little uncomfortable? I'm 17 and I still wouldn't ask them that because we aren't friends, and it's none of my business.
Sometimes, it can be extreme, making you unnecessarily insecure, taking jabs at your confidence and making you question your abilities to achieve your dreams. Obviously, that's not ideal. So what can you do about it?
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America doesn't care that having armed security guards at school doesn't do a single thing to make me feel safe in a place where I'm supposed to walk into a classroom ready to learn.
Most of the things people are thankful in life are the basic: health, family, life, a place to call home and friends. Yet, those things don't always come easily for me. What I am thankful for is quite different than the average person.
Let's stop body shaming already, and embrace that we all have our own beauty. We don't need Sports Illustrated or anyone to give us permission to feel comfortable or sexy in any kind of bathing suit or clothing.
I was about 7 then and didn't know it, but that single act would change my perspective on myself for years to come. Was being Chinese a joke? Was my race something to ridicule?
Sometime last year, I complimented a mother on an adorable child who happened to be sporting periwinkle attire. I kindly asked, "Is it a girl or a boy?" She looked at me with disgust, and said, "She's clearly a girl, look at the color of her clothing."
You know what I see when I picture depression? A blonde, blue-eyed teenage girl. She gets awesome grades, loves to paint, go to football games, drink Starbucks, Instagram and giggle with her friends.
After my epiphany, my mentality has shifted drastically. I feel good about myself. At this moment, I could not tell you what I weigh. And that makes me unconditionally happy.
It's not fair. Everybody deserves the right to express him or herself, without the fear that someone will treat you differently because of it.
There's been a lot of talk lately about American exceptionalism. Who believes in it, who doesn't, why it matters and what it even means.
It was a place where it was OK that I felt guilty after eating or wanted to cry because I hated my body. But it was also a place where I could feel proud of myself.