Dare To Dream Daily

Lately, it feels like everyone has an aesthetic—soft girl 💅, baddie💀, tomboy😎—and all of that. It’s like the whole world got the idea that having a perfectly crafted look is a must. I won't lie though, they all look really cool—whether it’s the light shades and oversized sweaters of the Soft Girl aesthetic or the bold makeup and high pointy boots of the Baddie look 🔥. Everyone's got the ir thing meanwhi le, I'm here... in my confused closet full of mismatched clothes. For a while, I tried to force myself into one of those aesthetics. I spent hours scrolling through Pinterest boards, trying to decide if I could pull off the “soft girl” look or if I should try out the "baddie" look. And guess what, none of them worked. As soon as I thought I had something going, I would wake up the next day feeling completely blah 😒. And just in case you're not familiar with these aesthetics, here's a breakdown. There's the: Soft Girl: All about appearing gentle ...

 Having older siblings can be frustrating sometimes. I and my sister used to get each other in trouble a lot when we were little. We'd always find ways to tick each other off. But as we got older we learnt how to tolerate each other although sometimes we still can't stand each other. We try our best to get along but sometimes we still end up doing something wrong and blaming it on the other person. Having an older sister can be fun though; talking late at night, ranting to each other about our predicaments, binge-watching our favorite shows in the middle of the night, and all that stuff. But when it comes to the fights and all the silent treatment that comes with it, you'd wish you were an only child. Although I don't know what I'd do without my sisters. Sometimes I just want to send them to the darkest dungeon to contemplate their life choices, but some days I just really appreciate having them around. Talking to older sisters after a fight can be really ann...

You know how people say you shouldn't compare yourself? Well, that's easier said than done. Alright, I'll get straight to the point. There's this girl at school, and I cannot stop comparing myself to her. Let’s call her… Emma. She’s the type of girl who always manages to look effortlessly beautiful even if she's just rolled out of bed. She's got it all: smooth skin, a slim figure and she's just so... perfect. It seems like she can do everything I can do and everything I can't do. For instance, she can dance (which I totally stink at doing), she has a good voice (I have a really nice voice too but I can't help but think that hers is better than mine) and she can take perfect pics of herself without even trying while it takes almost an hour to take one good picture of myself. It's like every time I see her I automatically start comparing myself to her. She walks by and suddenly I’m questioning my life choices. I catch myself thinking: How does...

When it comes to romance, K-dramas are like a whole other world. I remember a time when I was totally obsessed with K-dramas. Each night, my sister and I would watch it and I would dream about what my life would be like if I were in a K-drama. I guess it's easy to believe that love is all about holding hands, eye contact, and that fateful moment when you finally realize that you're in love with someone and just have to tell them how you feel just as they're about to leave forever. Then reality hits, and you're like, “ Where’s my perfect K-drama moment ?”😒   You know the typical K-drama setup: girl meets boy, there's some kind of misunderstanding or rivalry, but slowly they fall in love with each other amidst a series of dramatic, usually hilarious events. There’s usually a love triangle, someone who has made it their mission to make sure that the two love birds break up, and at least one scene in the rain where someone confesses their undying love in t...

So today my siblings and I went swimming in the pool at my sister's fancy estate. You know, the kind of estate where everyone's got butlers and chefs and everyone drives shiny cars; you'd think they were straight out of a movie.   As we walked in, I couldn't help but notice all the glamorous rich girls with their designer bags, that probably cost more than my entire outfit and their shiny phones. They were chatting with their boyfriends and sipping overpriced iced tea. And there I was, with my messy hair sticking out every which way, clutching my favorite worn-out handbag with a broken zipper and wondering why I had bothered to come at all .   Now don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly struggling or anything. I mean, I'm comfortable; I've got a roof over my head and food on my plate. But it's hard not to feel bad when you're surrounded by a bunch of rich girls living their best lives, wearing designer outfits that look like they wer...

Have you ever had one of those days where you notice how effortlessly beautiful some people are and find yourself despising them for no reason? For example, you may have seen someone walking on the street and immediately thought "Why can't I look like that?." You know that kind of beauty that seems like it's straight out of a movie? Well, today was one of those days, and yeah I met that girl- the girl who has it all: perfect hair, flawless skin, and a slim figure. And there I was, feeling like a potato in comparison. I'll admit it stung a bit, but the truth is it's okay.  Most people would automatically hate the person just because they feel threatened by them. But I think it's ridiculous to hate a person you don't even know properly just because she's prettier than you. You can't blame someone for being beautiful, that would be crazy. I admit that I was a bit jealous but what can a girl do?, it's not like i could just walk up to her and ...

Growing up, I was always aware of my body. I can't remember when it started, but somewhere along the line, the mirror became a tool for criticism rather than just a reflection. Every morning, It was the same old routine - checking, going over, and making a mental note of everything I wished I could change. I remember being in middle school, surrounded by all these awesome girls who seemed to have everything figured out and put together. They had the perfect clothes, the perfect aura and of course, the perfect bodies—or so it seemed to me. They all seemed like Barbies to me, and I felt like an extra. I wasn't fat or anything, but I wasn't super skinny either.  Trying on clothes was the worst. It always seemed like no matter what I wore, I felt like I looked a bit on the heavier side 😟. I always found myself trying to figure out which outfit would hide my stomach or magically make me thinner.  Being insecure isn't just about your appearance; it's about how you feel. ...