George is on the blog today talking about what it's like to grow up biracial and monolingual. He shares his story about how growing up unable to speak Cantonese made him feel detached from his Hong Kong roots. This guest post is the second in a 4 part series, Being Bilingual, which aims to explore different perspectives on how language impacts our sense of self.
I booked in a portraiture shoot because I felt like I needed an extra boost of confidence to start my summer off right! Unfortunately, I had a mini moment of drama when my 22 year old grown up body was faced with a pair of shorts I had bought one too many moons ago. Let's talk about body image!
Today we're joined on the blog by Niamh R., a bilingual lifestyle blogger from Wales! She's here to share her story about how being bilingual and speaking Welsh makes her feel connected to her roots and proud of her heritage. This guest post is the first in a 4 part series, Being Bilingual, which aims to explore different perspectives on how language impacts our sense of self.
It’s officially summer! Now that the sun is out, I can come out of my winter hibernation and actually get some shit DONE. I thought I’d share my bucket book, some of the fun things on my summer bucket list, and how I intend to make this the best summer ever.
With wedding season among us and a lot of us getting to “that age”, you might have seen an uptick in wedding content flooding your feed… but what does marriage even mean in this modern world? Guest poster Sean, from Authentically Average, is on the blog this week answering the question, what is marriage?
Post graduation depression is real, it's rampant, and there's little talk of what it's like to go through it. I share my struggles with post graduation depression along with the 6 steps I took to start to get better.
Everybody loves to set goals… no? Is that just me? Okay well let me take you on a journey of mid-year goal setting, what my goals are, and how they're going to make me a better me AND help me to have the best. summer. ever.
Christmas in my house was a simple family day. In the first week of December, our real Christmas tree would get delivered and we would spend the Sunday together decorating it in the most hot-pot mess of decorations…