I know that in my skin, I’m a minority here. I’m a minority who’s searching for empathy and compassion in a world that wishes to paint over my skin with a comfortable neutral and attempts to silence my voice and disguises it as being “color blind,” as...
Though I’m not plus-size myself, I’ve followed plus-size bloggers, models, and fashion news for years because I’ve always rejected the notion that fashion is an art reserved only for those with small measurements. From Nicolette Mason to Gabi Gregg (my favorites), the plus-size style inspiration is out...
Well, I had no intention of abandoning my blog for three months. Between graduate school work and daily work-work came the illusion that I didn’t have time to write, or at least post anything meaningful (sound familiar?). It’s one illusion that I’m trying to break down now,...
When I think about true friendship, I think about middle school. I think about the days of sleepovers and passing notes, nights and weekends of the same activities with the same group. My friends and I knew everything (and I do mean everything) about each other and shared the type...
I’ve been hiding from you, fashion. I stopped working in the industry and subconsciously started boycotting you, fashion. While fashion is fleeting and no place to find identity (1 Peter 3:3-4), it’s fun. I’ve always believed in fashion as an art form and I’ve always...
Cheers to you, Creative Mornings! It’s too bad every day’s 8 a.m. doesn’t look like a fruity pebble donut and a pep talk from the really interesting person of the month. I could leave the crowd of 200 (#introvertproblems), but take the green juice that obviously...
I’m an article hoarder. I recently found out I have over 700 of them saved to read on Pocket (which is an amazing tool, by the way). Thanks to Pocket, Pinterest, Twitter, and other corners of the web, I come across a lot of interesting reads and other fun...
I’ve rediscovered how well red wine goes with pizza, which is what I’m having for dinner because I’m a working adult now and I’m busy. It’s 10:00 p.m. and I stopped working hours ago, but I’m still doing all the things (that...
The alarm breaks into the silent darkness, shrieking loudly and way earlier than it needs to. I sit up with ninja-like speed, and jump out of bed without hesitating. I rush through only the most necessary grooming and head down the hall to the office. Finally, I’m where I’...
