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The Day I Stopped Shrinking Myself
There comes a moment in life when you finally see yourself clearly—not through the eyes of others, not through expectations, criticism, or comparison—but through your own. For me, that moment arrived quietly. No dramatic argument. No public declaration. Just a simple realization: I was exhausted from pretending to be smaller than I truly was.
By Aiman Shahid28 days ago in Confessions
The Cost of a Western Dream
The Allure of the American Dream and a Father's Blind Faith He was a man who embodied a certain kind of Chinese success: ambitious, driven, and perpetually looking westward. In his eyes, the traditional values of his homeland were ultimately quaint, even backward. He subscribed wholeheartedly to the narratives peddled by certain public intellectuals – that Western civilization, particularly its education system, was superior, liberating, and the pinnacle of modern human achievement.
By Linda Yule29 days ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet29 days ago in Confessions
“It’s Not You, It’s Me!”
There comes a time in life when I look at the things I used to do, especially when I was much younger and wanted to get along with others. There were times when I went along with the routines, the invitations, and habits of others that no longer fit me. Theref0re, I am breaking up with those habits.
By Margaret Minnicks29 days ago in Confessions
Love makes yourself blind not your friends
Sunday, 16 March 2025- Camille's House Sometimes during your lifetime, you are going to meet many people, meet many souls, I can tell, but one day you are going to meet someone that your heart beats for, someone who puts you in a trance, someone whose smile gives you not just energy but motivation to be a better person. I am a better person with him. I know he never would hurt me. Since I met him, I am glowing, I am feeling protected, feeling alive.
By Janissa Andrade29 days ago in Confessions
Silenced No More
Throughout history, the ability to speak freely has never been guaranteed. For centuries, voices have been suppressed by kings, governments, religions, and social systems determined to control what people think, believe, and say. Yet, despite censorship, punishment, and even death, individuals have continued to raise their voices. Their courage shaped societies, challenged injustice, and transformed the world. The story of free speech is not just about laws and rights—it is about human bravery, resistance, and the unbreakable desire to be heard.
By Aiman Shahid30 days ago in Confessions
When Speaking Up Was Dangerous
In today’s world, speaking out is often encouraged. We post opinions online, debate politics, and challenge authority with relative freedom. But history tells a darker story—one where words were weapons, and truth was a crime. There were eras when raising your voice meant risking imprisonment, torture, exile, or execution. When speaking up was dangerous, courage had a different meaning. It wasn’t about being heard—it was about surviving.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
When My Mother Forgot My Name, But Not Me...
My mother... She always remembered everything about me. Everything like what cereal I loved, which shirt I hated, where I first crawled… all those things that even I never thought about. The little, ordinary details that somehow made up the fabric of my childhood.
By Debangana Cabout a month ago in Confessions
The Fear of Being Seen
Introduction The fear of being seen is something many of us carry quietly. It hides behind our smiles, our silence, and the carefully curated versions of ourselves we present to the world. We want connection, yet we dread exposure. We long to be understood, but we fear judgment. This inner conflict shapes our choices, our relationships, and even our dreams.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
I Was a Good Kid. Really I Was!
I was a good kid growing up. Well, for the most part. As I reminisce on my childhood, I honestly can’t recall doing anything that got me into trouble or scolded for. Of course, ask my parents and they might tell you a completely different story.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Confessions
Childhood Confession: I Was Afraid of Something So Silly
Most of us were afraid of something when we were little. A lot of times, that fear was common, like that monster in the closet that you always had your parents check for or that chair with a pile of clothes on it that looked like a a witch or some for creature as soon as you turn the lights out.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a month ago in Confessions
