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5 Habits Holding You Back!

Do you ever feel like life just doesn't get you? Maybe you're just not getting life. Here are 5 habits holding you back from reaching your full potential: 1. Water is bad for you! You might be thinking, but I can't live without water! Exactly. This is addiction. Did you know that drinking water can actually kill you? Drinking too much water can cause intoxication and cause swelling of the cells, leading to headaches, seizures, and even comas. Water is like alcohol—to prevent from suffering its devastating effects it's best to avoid it completely. Instead, try a cooler alternative called ice. Its higher temperatures ensure that no toxins can survive to enter your body, and because of its chilling feeling you're likely to consume much less of it! 2. Quit your job. If you're not happy with your 9-5, cubicle lifestyle then why are you still doing it? Resignation is as easy as 1, 2, 3! As your internet big sister, I'm here for you. (I can't provide you money ...

Little Mother

I never had an Easy Bake oven, I'm brown. Instead I had a tiny rolling pin and board to make invisible rotis (Indian flatbread). I had a tiny kitchen with cute little pans and bowls. I even cleaned up after myself after "making a meal" just like my mom always does. She's the one who taught me how to use that rolling pin and the real one I use today.  Almost every toy I've received since then from others outside my family have been exclusively "girly". Baby dolls, princess tiaras, a Victoria's secret purse from a most likely drunk aunty. My brother ALWAYS received a science-related item, because learning is for the boyz. From an extremely young age I was awakened to the unfairness of these so-called "gifts" and I threw tantrums over it. I'd thank the adult with that sort of devilish smile a kid makes when they're forced to be polite, and as soon as they left I'd be waiting for my brother to open his gift like a curious dog. I...

Pick-Me

I was ten years old and I'd never applied lipstick with my own hands. Couldn't walk in heels because I'd never worn them. Couldn't even tie ponytails with without my arms down and my mom running her own through my hair. The poise of this young girl is untouchable. Luckily I never had to face the demon of my girlish insecurities because it always masked itself in the makeup and pretty clothes of "I'm just a kid, I won't be judged" — that is until its nefarious face was unleashed in its evilest form: an Indian wedding.  Before we go on a trip to India, I'm required to attend training sessions of a class of me and my brother. "Be polite, these people are our elders. Respect them. Talk to them so they feel good, don't be shy." But even though it's just a lecture class, I'm still the worst student because somehow I'm the one always pulled over for an involuntary side bar. "They're going to want to dress you up, so let ...