Makeup has played various roles in my life, from years of dedicated usage to periods of purposeful avoidance. It was modeled for me growing up, as my mother wore it and refused to leave the house without it. I believe the exact wording she often used was that she needed to “get presentable” as if…
Writing
A Mother is a Phoenix
Last night, I was reflecting on motherhood and how incredibly happy I am – but motherhood has been a journey for me. I am getting to grow as a person now and I really feel like I’m winning at motherhood at this particular moment (I’m fully waiting on toddlerhood to knock me down a few…
The Problem with “It Was Never a Dress”
Happy International Women’s Day – time for a general rant on feminism and how women are perceived. I saw this image floating around on Facebook. I had seen it before and it left me with a vague feeling of unease. At first, I wasn’t able to identify what it was, because yeah, of course women…