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