“If life is a process of choices... to make choice a dozen times a day is to move a dozen times a day toward self-actualization... because self-actualization is an ongoing process” (111) these are the words of Abraham Maslow an American psychologist. In the story “Sonny’s blue” narrator was born in the street of Harlem, a worst place for any children to grow up. Only a person who escaped from Harlem knows, it is a hell in earth, where little boys used to steal from stores and young people became addicted to drugs. Throughout the story, narrator was living in pain only because he was too afraid to choose anything. But Sonny, younger brother of him was very close to self- actualization.
This newfound accessibility meant that people from all walks of life could now experiment with new products, without any limitations based on their gender. According to Tichnor (2006), not only did this change the way individuals approached makeup application, but it also left profound cultural implications on society's perception of what constituted beauty. The use of cosmetics became less taboo and more accepted as a daily part of individual lives. Despite the overwhelming acceptance toward embracing makeup products, some critics still argued that wearing them was superficial and encouraged vanity among women. Nonetheless, many saw using cosmetics as an empowering act – a means for people to express themselves creatively while being confident in their appearance.
For fifteen years, I put my heart, effort, and soul into my band Murky Waters. I made it into a career that supports my wife, my stepdaughter, and my parents. Murky Waters is what saved my family and me from poverty in the ghetto of Warsaw, Poland, and it’s what saved me from giving up on life entirely before I met my wife. I met her only a year after Murky Waters began and she was introduced to me by my best friend and drummer, Tony. Anka was two months pregnant with my stepdaughter, Antonia, at the time we met.
Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart was a drum, I was so excited but nervous at the same time while I was jogging out on the field. We were playing against the SaberCats, and it looked like it was going to be tough competition.
Hi my naturalists, I 've been natural for a year and a few months (I transitioned); however, I recently noticed my hair has broken off a little in the front. The culprit is unknown, however it may be from putting too much heat on it (leave out from see-ins)... Anyways, I 'm considering doing the big chop (this Friday). However, I don 't wanna have to cut it so low mainly because I 'm just scared I 'm gonna look like a boy lol; so what do you guys recommend? Should I take another route or just suck it up and cut
I have blond hair and pale skin. On the color wheel, my father is a rich mocha, my sister is a warm copper, and my mother is a perfectly tanned caramel; I am somewhere between cream and eggshell on the opposite end of the spectrum. Being stereotypically white can be difficult when you’re African American. The beginning of high school was when I first began to feel that my fair complexion hid my true identity.
For me, my racial and cultural identity has always been at the forefront of my life experience. I grew up in an Iowan rural small town that was founded on Swedish heritage. My home town of Albert City, Iowa was founded by my Swedish ancestors, many of which still have family there today. Therefore, I have always known that my Swedish blood was an important aspect of my life. However, I am also of German, Norwegian, and Danish heritage which has conflicted my views of my identity.
People will pick and choose certain parts of a culture they deem fashionable, including hair and dress, without any regard to the people’s struggles of that culture. To them it’s just an article of clothing or a hairstyle, but to the people of that culture, it’s who
I could feel the adrenaline pump through my veins, and a sick sensation of excitement run through my head. I am a homely man, and spent most of my time indoors studying and tending to my children. I had never experienced the fear of my own death, and the danger of battle. Yet somehow, I felt happy. There was no way I could explain this feeling, and in fear of my fellow Union soldiers thinking I am deranged, I stifled my smile.
As a kid I wore a small turban on my head, my hair wrapped up in a bun and covered with cloth on my head. Shortly after the 9/11 terror attacks my dad decided to get my haircut so that I wouldn't be picked on at school or society but that did't stop anyone. At school, I could feel every one looking at me differently than other students. When ever the teachers took role, I was the only student whose name they could not
Throughout my life I have come from and created a few identities for myself. Perhaps, the most dominant identities that have been apart of my life are being an athlete and being a family orientated man. In this paper I will write about how my identities have shaped my life. First off I believe my biggest identity is being an athlete.
I didn’t know that I was Black until the fifth grade. I mean, I always knew that I was Black as in the Black slash African American box I poorly shaded in every year on the CST and free lunch applications; but, I didn’t know know that I was Black. It was during a passing period I had between Physical Education and Science to pee that I realized what my race was. Like hundreds of times before, I entered the dimply sunlit restroom connected to the cafeteria of my elementary school; but, this time, instead of exiting the restroom, after washing my hands, I decided to look at my reflection.
I used to be the only one in school with what was considered “abnormal colored” hair, but as I walked into the first day of senior year, I looked around and saw ten other people, some freshman, some returning students with colored hair. I am an example to those in the minority who prefer to have piercings, awesome updos and dress alternatively. My strong drive to be independent and be unique, proved to my mother and father that it’s okay to be different. It’s good to be yourself.
Blue can not only be seen, but also felt which allows everyone to feel deeper meanings and views of experiences whether they are physically able to see it or not. Using other senses to understand blue can be hard but the word blue does not simply describe the endless meanings associated with it. Blue can be soft like fluffy cotton candy or it can be deep and dark like the piercing screech of a hawk hunting his prey at midnight. The many variations of blue that can be described through different types of imagery such as tactile, auditory, gustatory, kinesthetic, organic, and olfactory are other ways to paint a mental picture of the color blue if you can’t see the visual image for yourself.
and I tried hiding myself from others so that no one would see me. In a way, I took this as a sign from God as to what would actually happen if I decide to take it off. 8. How would you persuade young Muslim women to wear hijab?
