All posts by Rachel Day

Rachel Day is a university student and writer currently studying at Queen’s University in Canada. She is an avid baker, loves horseback riding, and has an encyclopaedic knowledge of Friends. She is obsessed with anything fluffy, and aspires to write for Cosmopolitan one day.

I am in a transition phase. One where I’m not single, but I’m not in a relationship either. This means that I do not want a boyfriend, or someone exclusive, or a relationship for a long, long time. I am at that point in my life where I actually need to focus on me. I barely came out of my last relationship in one piece so I need to work on putting myself back together, and figuring out who I am. It is for this reason, and this reason only,Read More

Posted On January 3, 2015By Rachel DayIn Buzzworthy, The Scene

Thank You, 2014

Every New Year’s Eve, I carve out the time to review the goals that I set out for myself that year. I highlight the ones that I achieved, and sadly shake my head at the ones I didn’t—especially the ones that I really wanted to accomplish. Every year, my goals include books that I want to read, novels that I want to write, things I want to do (like taking a cake decorating class), travelling somewhere, and of course, getting my grades to a certain level. I’ve been creating theseRead More
We’ve all heard Meghan Trainor’s song called “All About That Bass” which is essentially about learning to love yourself the way you are, regardless of your size, and to kick guys to the curb if they don’ t love your curves. You have to admit, this is a great song promoting healthy body image and self confidence for young girls and women everywhere. I recently watched a short interview between Trainor and Editor Amy Odell at Cosmopolitan, where Megan was asked, “Have you always loved your body?” Trainor answers rightRead More

Posted On December 4, 2014By Rachel DayIn Dating For Women, Girlzone, Lifestyle

Why I was Wrong About Tinder

When Tinder surfaced in my first year of university and quickly became the thing to be on, I was in a relationship. A serious, committed relationship, which I had no interest in endangering by downloading what I thought was the most ridiculous app to ever exist. Perhaps the reason I hated Tinder so was because my perfect, wonderfully committed boyfriend had Tinder. Or perhaps it was because I caught him, not once but twice using the app actively, texting other girls and agreeing to meet up with them without anyRead More