Let’s travel back to a few days ago… The sun is shining in the courtyard atrium. The restaurant, serving typical American fair, is bright and quiet. There I sit with two friends hungry and ready to order. I know what I want– the veggie burger. What I don’t know is how I want my burger done. That’s right, my server asks me how I’d like … Continue reading The Well Done Veggie Burger
I have failed so many times. Public failures. Private failures. I’ve been called a failure; I’ve called myself a failure. I’ve given up so many times. I’ve been energized, and I’ve watched my energy dwindle. I’ve fallen in and out of love with others and with myself. Do I trust myself? Honestly, kinda. Kinda is not the best answer by far, but it’s damn better … Continue reading Do You Trust Yourself?
The day before my boudoir photo shoot is the feeling beautiful pre-game show. I spend extra time exfoliating and applying natural oils. I drink copious amounts of water for days to ensure plump, hydrated skin. I pull out every piece of lingerie that I own. Silky, lacy, demure, racy; I try them all. I put on music, slip on some heels, dance in front of … Continue reading The Beauty of Boudoir, and Why Every Woman Should Do It
I’m a sporadic sort. Flighty, inconsistent, unreliable. I’m a free-spirit damn it! I’m not ashamed of it, but I am often ashamed of the consequences of it. When it comes to my failures at being a lady, the thing that shows my inconsistency more than anything else is probably the condition of my nails. Continue reading Pointing with my knuckles.
My skin loves to play games with me. It’s like a frat boy. The ones who are 30 years of age but still frat boys. You see, my skin is not young or old, but it likes to act as if it has no idea what it’s doing, or with whom it’s loyalties should lie. “What do you mean I shouldn’t have slept with Becky? … Continue reading My Skin Ain’t Loyal