I had a conversation with someone today about my major and I told them i am a vet student & they said something like, “Isn’t that too difficult for a girl? It takes so many years of your life.”
I know they probably didn’t mean harm by it, and maybe it came from concern, but whatever their reason was , it kinda bothered me a bit I tried not to think much of it but couldn't help it. It made me realize how much society still connects a woman’s age to her worth, as if there is always an invisible timeline she has to follow. Study quickly. Settle down quickly. Build your life quickly before your age becomes “too much.”
What feels strange to me is that people rarely say these things to men in the same way. A man spending years building a career, studying, or chasing a dream is often seen as ambitious. But for women, those same years are sometimes treated like something being “lost.”
But learning, growing, and building a future should never be seen as wasting time. Whether someone wants marriage early, later, or not at all, their value should not shrink as they get older. People are more than timelines society creates for them.
I think everyone deserves the chance to become who they want to be without feeling like time itself is judging them.
For all my girls out there your age is not a deadline, and your dreams are not “too much", so stop giving a shit about what ppl think about you , they don't live your life for you, go out there and chase your dream 💫❤️

Good morning ppl week#3,day#11 , another week new energy 🔥

Good morning day#12

Good morning ppl day #13

I realized that I can’t really put my thoughts and feelings into words in a coherent way. I spend most of my time inside my own head.
Even explaining simple things can be hard for me because I struggle to get the words out. It’s even worse in group settings where my brain either freezes, or I start rambling about something else and end up making a fool out of myself. It’s something I’ve struggled with for a long time.
I used to get jealous of people who could articulate their thoughts and speak confidently. I always wondered what was wrong with me.
What’s funny is that I’m even like this with my family,I got so used to silence that sometimes I forget to speak at all. Even my mom asks me why I’m so quiet while we’re sitting together, even though nothing is wrong. Most of the time, I’m just existing in the moment
I’m also not very good at giving comforting words. To people who don’t know me well, I probably come across as cold or detached, like I don’t care. But the truth is, I stay quiet because I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing and making things worse.
But I do want to change one step at a time, hopefully