Taako Taaco from The Adventure Zone CW: Body image, weight gain. Scroll down to get straight to the cosplay deets! It’s been a while since I’ve been excited about cosplay. Part of the reason is general life transitions — going into grad school, then graduating, then settling into work hasn’t left me with much time or bandwidth for cosplay. But part of it is mental,
This is the story of how I got a paragraph tattooed onto my arm. I’ve had the hardest time writing this post, but I wanted to document all of the FeelingsTM I had that led to this decision. I hope some of y’all will find this interesting, too! I have never liked the idea of a text/quote tattoo on me, personally. Beautiful on others, but
The beginning of 2015 found me sitting at a notepad, pen in hand, to make a list of goals for the new year. But when I finished, it was pretty obvious that something was missing. Blog more. Lose weight. Get down to a size X. Go to yoga more often. Go to the gym more often. Eat X vegetables a day. Graduate. Get a “real”
Last week, I got my first-ever tattoo. A lot of people I’ve talked to thought I already had one (my mom even said she figured I had a secret tattoo I was hiding from her…!). In truth, I have wanted tattoos for most of my life, but I knew I wanted them to be very, very significant to me. That’s why its taken me so
This past weekend, I went to Rooster Teeth Expo for my third year in a row! I don’t usually cosplay at this convention – I don’t have anything that would fit the genre – so instead I photographed other cosplayers and cute street style. I wanted to wear something cute that would still allow me to roam around the con floor and photograph things easily.
This post contains affiliate links. If you buy something through a link in this post, I may get a small commission. This post was not sponsored by ModCloth and all opinions are my own. One of my core beliefs is body positivity – the idea that every kind of body (big, small, shapes of all kinds) is a good body. Our culture shifts from one
I have been blonde my entire life. I was born with white-blonde, Targaryen hair which faded to dirty blonde. In my teens I discovered the miracle of highlights and relished in becoming blonder each time I left the salon. (As my hairdresser would say, “The blonder, the better.”) Except for a brief stint with a botched, supposed-to-be-red-but-was-definitely-brown dye job, blonde has been my one constant.
I didn’t realize this post would become about blog envy or the importance of community, but when I sat down to write, that’s what came out. I hope you enjoy. More to come — I have lots of photos to share! So, I went to a blogging conference. I didn’t know what to expect. I hoped that I would learn a lot and come back