What I like about Me

3 Personality Traits I am Proud Of

I am proud of who I am and what I have become in many ways, these are just a few.

Ambitious

  • Ever since I began university, I knew that I wanted to be a doctor. At first, I was set on going to medical school. But, science and math were not my strongest of subjects. That didn’t deter me from achieving my dreams though. I took a bunch of arts and social science courses and that was found my calling in English and Feminist studies.I realized I wanted to teach at a college or university level. I could still be a doctor, just not the medical kind. Between the long hours at work, the time spent in class, staying up to odd hours in the night, waking up early, breaking down crying once or twice a week for various reasons… Needless to say, I worked my ass off to be where I am today. I have applied to various schools and am an acceptance letter away from that ‘Dr.’ prefix. I’m ambitious because I work hard, dream big and aim to succeed.

Empathetic

  • Sometimes I think I care too much. Way more than I should anyway. No, I don’t care about what people think of me, I care about other people. I’ve always been a sensitive person growing up, I still am in many ways… just not as much as I used to be. Adulting gives you thicker skin I guess. Anyways, ever since I declared myself to be a feminist I’ve noticed that I have become more and more aware and understanding of the feelings of another. I sympathize with their pain and try to be as compassionate as possible.

Sassy

  • Do I really need to describe this? Seriously?
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Comfort Food

Since I forgot to post yesterday, I decided to do so twice today.

As you might or might not know, I’m a big foodie. I enjoy cooking, especially for other people. It’s no fun to eat alone, but you know, sometimes we have to.

My mom has this saying in Arabic when it comes to food (it translates funny but essentially here it is: “some people have the breath for cooking”. What she means is that some people are just natural at it.

But really though, I like variety in my life, especially when it comes to food.  

Here is a list of my favorite comfort foods (in no particular order):

  1. Chocolate
  2. Mac and Cheese
  3. Chicken Noodle Soup
  4. Cheddar Buttermilk Biscuits (like the ones you get at Red Lobster)
  5. Deep Fried Cauliflower
  6. Chili
  7. Mashed Potatoes
  8. Baked Potato Wedges
  9. Cheesecake
  10. Pie in General
  11. Cinnamon Rolls
  12. Strawberry Tart
  13. Pasta in General
  14. Carrot Cake
  15. Cookies in General
  16. Peanut Butter
  17. Waffles
  18. Soup in General
  19. Grilled Cheese
  20. Ice Cream
  21. Brownies
  22. Multi-Layer Spinach Dip
  23. Pita Chips
  24. Nanaimo Bars
  25. Perogies
  26. Tabouli
  27. Hummus
  28. Poutine
  29. Cheesy-Garlic Bread
  30. Pizza
  31. Popcorn
  32. Ice Cream
  33. Baklava
  34. Petit Fours
  35. Chips
  36. Falafels
  37. Pekoras
  38. Stuffed Grape leaves
  39. Barbecued Foods
  40. Fresh Veggies
  41. Fresh Fruit
  42. Kibbeh
  43. Sambousek
  44. Makanek (spicy sausage)
  45. Anything I’m Craving that Makes me Comfortable.

What are your comfort foods?

Habits

Worst Habits (in no particular order)

We all have ’em right?

  1. This is in list form because I’m lazy (so I guess that’s habit number one).
  2. I run on ‘Arab time’ (If you’re unfamiliar, it means I’m often but not always late).
  3. I never get enough sleep (or rather, it’s rare when I do).
  4. I spend way too much time looking at a screen (I’m surprised I don’t need glasses).
  5. Poor as fuck posture (I sit on my ass all day hunched over my laptop).
  6. I don’t workout as much as I would like to.
  7. I don’t deal well with stress.
  8. I drink too much caffeinated stuff in general (if that’s a thing) – coffee and tea mostly.
  9. I have a tendency to skip breakfast.
  10. Emotional Eating (boredom).
  11. PROCRASTINATION!
  12. I get distracted easily (by the internet) and end up wasting time rather than getting things I need to get done, done (like posting this for example instead of you know, going to bed).
  13. I’m terrible at removing distractions/time-wasters.
  14. Not having a work routine.
  15. I’m overloaded with opinions/information (so I tend to lose track of ideas quickly).
  16. I’m indecisive.
  17. I ‘wait’  for the ‘right’ time to work (Inspiration or whatever).
  18. Online shopping (need I say more?).
  19. When I’m nervous I twirl/pull my hair, pick at my skin, or fidget with whatever item I am holding.
  20. I tend to unintentionally space out sometimes.
  21. Swearing in public (but who doesn’t these days?).
  22. Daydreaming.

What are some of your worst habits?

My Favorite Things

What always makes me feel better?

Well isn’t that a loaded question. Sort of – Not really. There are a lot of things that make me feel better; it depends on the situation and what I feel like doing at the time. For instance, sometimes I clean to de-stress so that makes me feel better. Doing my makeup is therapeutic, so is drawing and painting and writing, and jogging. Sometimes I take naps, just cause. These are just a few of my favorite things.

*Insert Appropriate Sound of Music Reference Here*

I had to. #sorrynotsorry

Just so you know, I hummed the tune of this song the entire time I was editing these lyrics.  Mind you, The Sound of Music is also one of my favorite movies…
So here you are: mostly re-written lyrics (it was a lot harder than I thought it would be).

Chocolate on cheesecake
And Makeup and brushes
Bright colored dresses and warm tender touches
Soaring up high like a bird with wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Good shows on Netflix and hiking on mountains
Perfume and glitter
And wishes in fountains
Books on the shelves and playing on swings
These are a few of my favorite things

Swimming in oceans on hot summer days
Hunting for treasure and driving down highways
Indulging in food and glamorous rings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When a bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Chocolate on cheesecake and makeup and brushes
Bright colored dresses and warm tender touches
Soaring up high like a bird with wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Good shows on Netflix and hiking on mountains
Perfume and glitter and wishes in fountains
Books on the shelves and playing on swings
These are a few of my favorite things

Swimming in oceans on hot summer days
Hunting for treasure and driving down highways
Indulging in food and glamorous rings
These are a few of my favorite things

 

It gets Better

“Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins.”

Dear Pre-teen self,

I know you’re feeling miserable right now. I know that those girls are talking about you behind your back. I know that it’s painful when they whisper, when they judge you, when they pretend to be nice to your face but stab you in the back when you turn around.

And I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that I can’t stick up for you; I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting so, so much. I know that my apologizing to you isn’t going to change how things are now, but I can tell you how things will be later. Trust me when I tell you that it gets easier.

There are people that you know or will meet people in this world that will love you for who you are. They will adore you and love you just for being you (quirks and all). One day you will see it. You will wake up feeling as awesome as you really are and everyone will see that.

You will glow with confidence.

And people will envy you for it. So don’t let those around you affect who you are and what you want to be. With time, you will grow to love yourself, to ignore those mean and hateful comments; you will grow to be a strong, independent, and beautiful woman.

Just wait.

Sincerely,
Older You

Weirdo

“Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much”

I on the other hand am not, and I’m proud of it.

Not being normal is an awesome thing and people who claim they are ‘normal’ are in denial. I mean… look at Mr and Mrs Dursley.

  1. There’s No such thing as ‘normal’. Everyone has quirks. Harry was as awkward as they could be, but he was ‘the chosen one’.
  2. Being weird is like being a superhero: a really awesome, bad-ass superhero. Look at Hermione for instance. She was a smart, odd, and yet, a very powerful witch. No one thought twice about messing with her.
  3. Standing out; everyone remembers the awkward weirdo… Ron and the entire Weasly clan. They stood out far more than any other characters in the series and not because of their hair.

Really though, weird is natural; it’s authentic, genuine, and simply cool.

An Excerpt: Makeup and My Feminism

I am often questioned as to why I wear makeup – more specifically, the statement: “But you are a feminist, I thought feminists don’t wear makeup?” To answer that: ‘Everyone can be a feminist while presenting their bodies in whatever way they wish – whether that be with their eyebrows drawn on or not’. This is a conversation I wish I did not have to have.  As someone who wears makeup almost daily, I find myself distraught when people tell me that my makeup wearing is a system of oppression. Their argument is that I am unconsciously oppressing myself because according to them, I am wearing makeup to “impress somebody” (And yet, people who do not wear makeup receive just as much commentary) – as if having this argument was not bad enough, now I have to deal with people deciding that my therapy is not for me but for someone else *insert appropriate eye-roll here*. Let us consider these questions:

Isn’t makeup a tool of the patriarchy to keep us so obsessed with narrow beauty standards that we can’t focus on revolution? And isn’t it a little frivolous and ridiculous of a hobby to find enjoyment in something so decidedly feminine? And how can one proclaim themselves anti-capitalist if they throw money toward thirty-dollar tubes of lipstick? (Fabello “My Makeup Isn’t Inherently Anti-Feminist“)

If I were to be honest with you, I don’t always know what to say in these cases, especially when they are said by other feminists. Sometimes I am told that I am wearing too much or too little makeup, or that I should put some on when I am not wearing any at all. Where do I draw the line? When I first ‘came out’ as a feminist, I was given the impression that it is something empowering, that it encourages body positivity, that it encourages confidence – I lacked a lot of that when I was younger. It was not until I reached my first year of university that I started wearing makeup on a daily basis however, it was not until two years ago that I discovered my true love for cosmetics. I had a lot of fears and hatred towards my skin. I hated my freckles and what little acne I had. I hated my dark circles and large pores and just about every minor blemish I thought existed.

These thoughts derived from the institutionalized ideals of what the media considers to be perfect, despite the fact that ‘perfection’ does not exist. These thoughts derived from images in advertisements, and comments made to me about my appearance. I have flipped through magazines quite a lot and more often the advertisements directed at those who have dark circles, include models with too subtle discoloration to notice. I have been told that I would look ‘better’ or ‘nicer’ if I covered those circles up. Makeup was said to ‘fix’ or ‘hide’ these blemishes.

However, when I started wearing makeup more often, it was not about hiding my blemishes – not anymore – it was about accentuating a part of me. The more comfortable I was with my new found identity (as a feminist) the more I found that makeup enhanced my features, I felt better wearing it- I felt more confident. Now that I am much older, putting on makeup is more of a therapeutic process (quality time with me, myself and my face) – my therapy if you will. I love the way the brushes feel against my face, the beauty blender dabbing against my skin, experimenting with color and glitter – lots of glitter – I love the finished look: highlighted and ‘brows on point’. It makes me feel good; it enhances the features I have come to call beautiful. I do not see the blemishes like I used to – those dark circles yes, even to this day I still hate them – rather, I see myself and my skin.

There are so many factors that allowed me to see myself in a new way. First, the act of wearing makeup and skin care enlightened the way I see my skin. I discovered new ways to treat my face with organic masks and scrubs and lotions that aided in smoothing and softening my skin. Second, my identity and experience as a feminist allowed me to come to terms with my body and the policing that surrounded it.