Not a fan of journaling? Don’t knock it until you try it, argues Vivian Wang CM ’26.
Tag: Self-Care
OPINION: When it comes to self-care vs. academics, you can have both
Amid a stressful return to campus, students should not feel guilty about making time for themselves and understand that academics and self-care do not need to be in conflict, writes Shay Suresh CM ’24.
Film philosophy: The representation of burnout in ‘BoJack Horseman’
Watching “BoJack Horseman” can provide a helpful lesson on how to manage feelings of burnout, TV columnist Simone Bogedal PO ’24 writes.
Moments to savor: Finding respite in your breakfast
The act of eating breakfast offers an optimal time for practicing rest and self-care, writes food columnist Emily Kim PO ’25.
OPINION: We need to detach our self-worth from our grades
We are not our grades, and this format of online learning is a reminder of that, says Aarushi Phalke PO ’24.
The downbeat: How to use music to feel less alone and anxious during social distancing
Music columnist Ella Boyd SC ’21 compiles an exhaustive list of ways to use music to your benefit while social distancing, whether through creating, sharing or listening to it.
OPINION: I am literally begging you to chill out
Pomona College students are over-stressed and lack the resources to thrive – they need to take some time to chill out.
OPINION: Loving yourself is the best way to fight capitalism
By loving yourself without falling prey to giving money to the beauty industry, you can fight capitalism and feel good about who you are.
OPINION: Why Lizzo did what Meghan Trainor couldn’t
Lizzo has strongly impacted body positivity. Unlike Meghan Trainor, she uplifts women of color and refuses to give in to the male gaze.
Reflexive: How I had to fall apart to start taking care of myself
Relationships columnist Micaela Macagnone PO ’20 writes about her semester abroad in Madrid and sobering return home after her father’s passing. She reflects on how she found self care amidst grief: “I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day we moved — lying on my bedroom floor, with the sun shining through the windows onto the furniture-less wood floor, sobbing while trying my absolute hardest to remember the look of the ceiling, walls and floors.”