It took me three run-throughs of the video to finally understand: 5SOS doesn't mean to show women as objects in this video -- it's supposed to be empowering. "Good girls" are society's image of what women should be.
When you're plus-sized, Halloween can be downright scary. It's not the ghost and ghouls I'm talking about, but finding a costume.
As we try and navigate the complicated and sometimes emotional teenage racetrack that is life, we get bogged down by triviality. We need to remember what's important and respect that.
The cause behind this lack of change is the reality that too many people are talking about bullying, but not enough are doing anything about it.
The next time you are feeling angry, excited, motivated or any emotion in between, ride a bike. You are able to shed any outside thoughts bouncing around in your mind. It's just you and the bike, together, united.
We are living in a time where a 16-year-old can talk to millions of people from their bedroom. They may look like us, talk like us, wear the same clothes as us, but at a certain point the most popular YouTubers become celebrities disguised as the ultimate girl/boy next door.
To be a feminist doesn't mean that you have a quota of protests to attend or spend a minimum amount of time ranting about the patriarchy. It means you believe in equality.
Teachers like this are the reason I wake up and go to school in the mornings. I'm counting down the days of high school now, and I still hold those elementary building blocks near and dear.
Sure, it's not like I learned how to do the derivative in Pisa or calculate velocities in Rome, but I did learn practical information like how to find my way around the underground when my family was packed in a subway car like sardines and how to avoid getting pick-pocketed.
This is a letter demanding a change to the environment and culture surrounding your test. Standardized testing has shifted from a mere requirement to a game. Whoever finds the best tutor or class wins the game. These students attend the college of their dreams.
I had read about the "1989 Secret Sessions" on Tumblr in the weeks previous, wondering how those people were chosen and how I could possibly be included in such an event. Then suddenly, come Saturday afternoon, I too was on my way from UConn to Taylor Swift's home.
Even with all those unknowns, I'm not letting them -- or anyone else -- keep me from chasing after my dreams, my wants. Just because there's a possibility I'll change my mind one day isn't justification for not pursuing my current dreams at all.
I would be presenting differently, asking for a shift in my own pronouns and silently requesting to be respected and recognized as male. And sure, everyone responded with an initial "okay," but who was really on my side?
When I was 16, unsurprisingly, I didn't think I mattered much. When I was 16, I didn't think anybody would listen to me until I was older. When I was 16, I had so many things to say, and I didn't get to really say any of them.
Is it truly only about the voice? Are you pursuing this for the love of music or for the love of someday having a Bugatti sitting in your driveway?