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I know a guy who has SOOOOO many Green Flags, it's almost like he's Too Good To Be True! But why does that feel like a RED FLAG?🤡🚩

DOES THIS MAKE SENSE, or is it my trauma talking????😭💀

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Growing up in a toxic household was like a rollercoaster of chaos. Seeing your parents fight on a daily basis while they were in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship. Crazy, right? FYI, They're still together and still at it. It used to hit me hard, messing with my head big time.

Even in the midst of that madness, I found myself grinning with my friends, cracking up at jokes, and even enjoying a good movie. Enter the guilt trip! I'd be like, "Wait, shouldn't I be moping somewhere? Is something broken inside me?"

I saw people dealing with the same stuff, both on social media and in real life. They seemed down in the dumps, while I was... well, not exactly on Cloud Nine, but not in the gloom either. Major identity crisis moment! I mean, I've got traumas lined up like trophies, but I was happy.

I'll confess, I once kinda wished to be a member of the "Mental Health Issues Club." Because, you know, it felt like my feelings weren't playing by the rules. I didn't feel my feelings were real or valid. I mean, how can I laugh when I should be crying my eyes out?

And then I stumble upon a quote on Instagram: "Happiness isn't the absence of sadness." That was a consolation for me. I felt comforted. Life became so much better after I realized that happiness is all about being content. You can have a happy life without having a perfect life. You can enjoy the little things and live in the moment when you're also breaking inside. Being cool with whatever was on my plate worked well for me.

I understood that you can be going through a sticky patch, dodging curveballs, all while bingeing shows and chuckling at some goofy meme. It doesn't mean you're brushing off the tough stuff. It's just having your own way to cope.

Mine was sharing my feelings through humor. So, most people thought I was the "always happy" girl who just didn't give a hoot, when in reality some parts of me were breaking inside while also laughing my heart out. And that's okay.

Because HAPPINESS AND SADNESS CAN PERFECTLY COEXIST! Life isn't exactly black and white; it's a colorful palette. Being all shades of human is our superpower. We are the laughs, the tears, and everything in between.

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BARBIE CHANGED MY LIFE!

As a kid, I used to love Pink. I mean, who didn't, right? But as I grew older, I found myself dodging anything remotely rosy. Yep, I had a pink-loving phase, guilty as charged. But let's be real, there's only so much blush one can handle. When people start assuming that you like pink because you are a girl and then everything you get, ranging from birthday gifts to new clothes, is pink, it starts feeling like an overdose.

I was on a mission to shatter the 'pink is for girls' and 'every girl likes pink' stereotypes, so I went full-on protest mode. Enter my 'I'm not like other girls' phase. Picture me dramatically avoiding pink like it was the plague. Black became my jam—the dark, bold, 'I'm not following the crowd' color.

Girls must master cooking, they said. So, there I was, torn between my love for baking and my rebellion against the kitchen stereotype. I told everyone I don't like to enter the kitchen, just to defy expectations.

And don't get me started on "girls catch feelings faster than a cold" and "girls always cry". I was actually an emotional fool and a crybaby. But I was aiming for strong and mysterious. I didn't want to show my emotional side to others. So I made my feels disappear into thin air. The struggle? Real.

Oh, and the "good girl" persona. I had that down pat. Polite, compassionate, well-behaved, and obedient, just like everyone complimented me. Until the day I wanted to switch things up and go rogue. Bossy was the new black, or so I thought.

Oh boy, let's not forget my attempt at "pick me, choose me, love me". Yeah, I wanted to be the "unique" one by disproving the classic notion that girls are allergic to sports. I swear, I acted like a football encyclopedia, all to impress my crush, when in reality I only watched cricket. The kicker? He totally didn't buy it. He popped the Manchester United quiz, and cue frantic Google searches. "Hey, I told ya I'm a fan!"

Then there was the endless internal battle. The bubbly, outgoing personality versus the enigmatic, puzzling personality. It was like a never-ending struggle, just like trying to choose between Netflix and sleep.

Tudum! The grand finale: the perfect husband-and-child fairytale. Everyone kept telling me this, like only these two magic ingredients would make a woman's life complete. Not my cup of tea; never was. Still isn't.

People associating anything feminine with weakness became my pet peeve. So, naturally, I transformed into a rebellious spirit hell-bent on dismantling these stereotypes. I tried to stay away from anything "womanly". That made my life filled with contradictions, just like being a skincare fanatic who doesn't know their skin type. (Literally me!)

But hold up—a plot twist! Enter Barbie. Yeah, the movie Barbie. Suddenly, a lightbulb moment. I realized that maybe I'm a stereotypical Barbie after all. And you know what? That's okay, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm still a Barbie, and a great one too, regardless of my choices. That doesn't make me any less strong.

I can embrace it all—the pink, the black, the emotions, and yes, even the kitchen (It's an essential life skill, after all). There's no rule that says you should hate one thing to like another. Turns out, you can be both. You can blend bold and soft, and fierce and emotional. Your emotions are what make you 'YOU'. You don't need to know everything about every sport to be cool. People have different interests, and that's totally fine. Spoiler alert: You can even marry your significant other and have kids while being independent.

So, here's the takeaway, folks. You don't need to cater to anyone else's expectations. No girl should have to prove their strength by distancing themselves from femininity. You don't have to force yourself into becoming something you're not. You can do whatever you like without fear of being considered weak.

Barbie helped me reconnect with the little girl in me who had been long lost. It took me a while to understand that being told "you're not like most girls" is not a compliment. Be a queen and leave him if he ever says this, just like our mother, Hailee Steinfeld, taught us. Because most girls? "Most girls are smart and strong, and beautiful." I wanna be like most girls! 

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I watched Barbie last week. My heart was just full to see a theater full of people wearing pink. I love how there was no memo, and still everyone just knew. The solidarity everyone had just amused me.

And just like most people, I really didn't expect it to give me an existential crisis. One minute, I'm wearing pink and dressing up all cute, and before I know it, I have a whole new personality based on the movie. I went for the jokes and laughs, but then I CRIED when 'What Was I Made For?' by Billie Eilish played.

'Barbie' was so much more than I expected. I don't even have words to explain how I feel about the movie. It was just PERFECT! Every minor detail..just perfect. It makes me wanna write a thesis about the movie.

It's funny how people say 'Barbie' was a shitty movie and how it was so "unfair", "anti-men" and "man-hating", promoting matriarchy and misandry. Did we watch the same movie? DID YOU EVEN WATCH THE MOVIE? I mean, saying you didn't understand the movie was way easier. If anything, Barbie was the exact opposite of unfair.

It's ironic when the hate comes from the same people who are romanticizing the most toxic movies like 'After', '365 Days', and '50 Shades of Grey'. Some people are either so blind to their own biases or they just like the attention.

If you are one of them, hating on everything feminine doesn't make you cool. Did Andrew Tate pick you yet?