When we talk about peer pressure the most common instance we’re referring to is teenagers or tweens about to, no doubt, make poor life decisions. But peer pressure isn’t something that leaves us the moment we graduate from high school. Peer pressure follows us throughout our adult lives, and nothing makes it more prevalent than a holiday celebration.
“Surround yourself with people who make you happy. People who make you laugh, who help you when you’re in need. People who genuinely care. They are the ones worth keeping in your life. Everyone else is just passing through.”
Note: It’s taken me more than seven hours to stop procrastinating and write this post today. It’s the most personal account of my life I’ve ever shared online.
From the moment we are little girls – or boys – we’re conditioned to believe what we will look like in our adult lives. Whether it’s perfect Barbie with her non-proportioned breasts and waist size, bulky Ken with his plastic six pack and fake buns, celebrities, models or sports players, from a very young age we strive to be beautiful.
From the moment we start kindergarten we’re told to ignore the bullies.
We’re taught not to call people names and to retaliate with sing-song mantras – crying “sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me” – even as we try to stifle the tears from playground abuse.