Ok so I knew med school would be mad stressful but no one warned me that the real drama would come from my own seniors… and yeah, not the guys. The girls.
They didn’t even touch me. They didn’t have to.
The mind games?? Insane.
Got judged for my clothes like I was on some makeover show. Crop top? Too much. Confidence? Apparently illegal.
Was told I gotta ask before wearing jeans. Like huh?? Who tf made y’all the fashion police??
One made me write “I’m nothing until my seniors approve me” 100 TIMES. I wish this was fake 
Was lowkey banned from the canteen for “being too loud” while laughing. Be fr.
They made me rank girls in my batch top to bottom n then laughed abt it in their GC 
Bro I cried once in the washroom n someone said “maybe she’s not built for this life” lol
These same ppl be posting “uplift women” n “mental health is important” like ok?? Practice what u preach maybe??
They called it “discipline” or “tradition” but let’s be real… it was straight up controlling af.
This wasn’t abt making us better, it was abt making sure we knew our place.
And honestly? It worked. For a while I forgot who tf I even was.
Med school’s already draining. But this? This had me questioning my sanity more than any viva ever did.
This ain’t bonding. This ain’t sisterhood.
It’s just masked toxicity that keeps getting passed down like a cursed hand-me-down.
BUT… guess what? I spoke up. I complained. I involved the authorities. And they actually took it seriously.
Took time, yeah. Took guts too. But things got better. Those girls backed off. Peace returned.
Now I’m chillin, loving my journey, vibing w ppl who actually respect me.