This happens at least twice a year. It's an all-too-familiar sensation. You've struggled enough to get your jeggings over your curvaceously thick thighs but there's a greater obstacle to overcome before you can suck it in, button, zip, and relax. The booty. You wiggle your way in and it's almost there when-- RIP. Both as an onomatopoeia as well as in a "R.I.P. pants" kinda way. Yes, my larger-than-life derriere did irreparable damage to yet another pair of trousers. It was only a matter of time. The pants were busting at the seams. At least it happened in the comfort of my own home and not in the middle of the office, or on the street. Regardless of where it happens, it's always somewhat humiliating. I stared at the remaining shards of pant. "My ass did that?" I think to myself. It looks like they were mauled by a cougar. I sit down, defeated. Why, though? Is a buxom bottom not some sort of medal of honor? It's some sort of desirable trait, no? It most surely is. A fat booty is celebrated in many ways, particularly by song. So, if you bust through a pair of pants any time soon, don't get bummed about your bum: listen to these (NSFW!) songs, shake what your momma gave you, and realize that there are women who endure the pain of implants just to have what you've got.
I've been kind of sad lately. It's my weekend (holla) so I wasted no time in coming back home for a few days. Shopping with the girls of the house, drinks on the deck with my parents, cuddles with my pup... it's a dream. Just getting away for short periods of time is enough to realign my perspective and priorities. I've been struggling with body positivity. I'm lost somewhere between "I don't need to change for NOBODY" and "wow, I'm really hating this back fat right about now." My remedy for these kinds of moods is to not allow myself to wear makeup for a few days. It may seem a little strange but it forces me to focus on accentuating what I have instead of trying to cover it all up. Give it a try. It really works.
Nothing like a little lady date at the greatest urban beach ever created. (According to me.) There is nothing greater than the soft, gentle push of a pleasantly mild mid-August breeze. Add some black bean burgers, hammock hangs, and intermittent bouts of laughter scattered throughout deep conversation and it makes for one dreamy afternoon. Not to get too regional on you but it's these gems that make me fall in love with my city more and more. Sitting in a hammock over the water with a hibiscus vodka and ginger beer drink in my hand, I just couldn't help but think about how peaceful and happy everyone was within that little area. I then thought about how if all of those same people were together in their cars stuck in traffic on The Vine, the situation would be much, much different. There would be less "there's an empty seat right here!" and more middle finger. I guess that's part of the charm of living in a city though. You're surrounded by complete strangers all the time. They grind your gears on the subway and they smell terrible but when the hustle and bustle is stripped away, you begin to see each other as neighbors. A community. And while there are exceptions, moments like this make me think that we really do have each other's backs. Alright Philadelphia, keep winning over my heart.
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Danielle and I took a little trip up to Tyler State Park this weekend. Goodness, I love that place. It's right by my mom and dad's which means that it's the perfect distance outside of the city. It was a good trip that I needed in order to clear my head after an intense work week. Our exploration quickly turned into a random little outfit shoot. (Bloggers..........) I've been learning the importance of an "escape" every so often and I cherish these moments. If you haven't, I highly recommend it. Go outside. Wear a big hat. Get your feet dirty. Get a little bit too much sun on your nose and cheeks. Don't care about what you look like but somehow still manage to look almost fabulous, as I've managed to do here. Explore.
There's so much sadness in the world. So much heartbreak, so few instances of compassion. I've been hit particularly hard these past few weeks, especially working in the news. Can't escape it. I've been more intentional with my alone time; always trying to force my thought patterns to more positive than negative. I've found that lists work. When I turn my gaze to the simple, beautiful sentiments of life, it makes the rest of it not seem so bad.
1. Hearing the sound of a loved one's voice for the first time in while.
2. Remembering the first time I ever watched dolphins dance down the shoreline.
3. Moments I can be alone with only my piano and my thoughts.
4. My 22nd birthday. (Seeing Sigur Ros play an outdoor show under a stunning early-autumn night sky.)
5. Sister inside jokes.
6. Fresh flowers.
7. Eating crab fries, people-watching, and laughing until my abs hurt on the Ocean City boardwalk with my family.
8. That nervous, excited anticipation of meeting someone new for the first time.
Every time I wear this kimono, I feel the need to listen to Fleetwood Mac's Rumors. If you've never listened to that album, what are you doing with your life? It'll make you want to slip on a breezy dress and dance in a grassy knoll somewhere.