In this piece, I got the chance to collaborate with the beautiful and talented Liz of With Wonder and Whimsy. We bonded over being similarly stylish pastel sisters, and wanted to come up with a fun way of showing off these beautiful pieces while also speaking about something that means a lot to us.Read more
Picture it: Cross River, New York, 2003. Like many middle school girls of that time, I was on my way to an indoor pool birthday party. Having just purchased a new swimsuit, I was a size 16, with unshaven legs and no make-up knowledge, but was willing to give this social gathering thing a shot. Doggie paddles, laughter, and some awkward exchanges were had by all. Everything seemed to be going fine – that is, until I entered the bathroom doors to change back into my non-swim attire.
A party attendee, of a much smaller size, giggled as she entered with her friends. Suddenly, my stall door was pushed wide open, the lock busted from the side. I was naked, beginning to have the shock settle in as multiple classmates laughed at my figure. “Fat ass! Chubby! Gross!” they cried, as each one took a turn ambushing me in my most vulnerable state, running in a merry-go-round style. They eventually stopped, but I didn’t leave the bathroom until the party had finished.
Flash forward to 2019, and in baggie pajamas and unbrushed hair, I decide to enter the world of Hulu’s new original series, Shrill. And somehow, through its short 6 half-hour episode course, I have never felt more appreciated and seen in my entire media watching life.
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.