People always think that my job as a fashion blogger is both easy and glamorous. I am here to tell you that it’s neither. Don’t get me wrong, I love it with my heart and soul, but sometimes the pressure of blogging does get to me. I never got to write more about my experience at the Reward Style Conference back at the end of last month because I was SO sick that week after. I only got to do a mini breakdown about the conference. But today, I want to talk about all of the feelings I had leading up to my trip to Dallas.
When I talk about how much I love my Doula, people usually look at me like I’m crazy.
Usually the response I get is, “A what-a?”
Shaking my head.
I talk about body positivity a lot. But today, I’m going to keep it real with you. Sometimes it really just sucks to be “average.” I’m no waif, but I’m not plus sized. I’m strong AF, but I’m not fit. I’m not thin, I’m not fat… I don’t know what I am. But I really hate that I feel like I have to give myself a label.
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Bikini: Swimsuits for All
Dress: Swimsuits for All
Sunnies: Ray Ban
Hat: Eclectic Array (more on them soon!)
I know, I know… this post is long overdue. It’s taken me nearly three months to finally write it. :/ But better late than never right?!?
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When I was in college I would get horrible bouts of anxiousness before tests, or when I had to turn in a paper. Like many college kids, I would put off studying, or I would put off writing a paper, and before I knew it, it would seem too late. I’d freak out – and inevitably, I’d call home. I couldn’t talk to my mom because I’d just end up in tears. So oftentimes I’d call my dad.