Today, I will have the pleasure of seeing Pretty in Pink on the big screen for a second time. Having watched this movie for the last 15 years on an almost monthly basis, I have a lot of fan girl admiration for it. Part of this fandom eventually included fulfilling a nerdy dream of mine – reading the young adult novelization that is based on the original John Hughes script. And having just finished this hundred-plus-page piece of teen-approved literature, let me tell you, I got a lot to say.
Some of us wake up feeling proud in the morning. Perhaps it is for your gender, sexual orientation, heritage, or the breakfast you just made – you name it, you own that confidence and pride for it. And while I have quite a bit of admiration for a lot of those elements of myself, one of the things I am the most proud of happens to lay in the middle of my right arm – my birthmark aka my hemangioma.
So y’all – this post is full of feelings. So prepare yourself.
One day (via a collection of text messages), my friend Victoria and I were talking about a variety of topics. From sending each other inspirational pictures, to planning our next after work dinner session, she brought up an interesting point, and it is the kind that makes your mind race in a ton of crazy directions. So hold onto your fashionable seat belts – this is gonna be a hella bumpy kind of post.