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When I got sick five years ago, my birthday became synonymous with hospitals. One year I had internal bleeding so bad, I was a millimeter’s measurement from urgently needing blood transfusions. Then there was the year I got a spinal tap and it took six jabs to finally get it right. Another year, I got…
Amidst the hustle and bustle of another manic Monday (that’s an 80’s song by the Bangles, in case you were wondering), take a moment to pause and give this a read. Today’s World Suicide Prevention Day, and while I think mental health and suicide prevention should be talked about more often and more openly, I’m…
No one tells you you’re going to lose your mind. Like, literally. Lately, I’ve felt like I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached, because studying from early morning until almost midnight every night has started to take its toll on me. I have to pencil in time for exercise, food, and sleep, otherwise time…
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Navigating life after a long-term relationship is something I’d never wish upon anyone. It left me feeling so inexplicably empty and without a sense of identity; I honestly thought I’d never recover. You forget you’re your own person because you’ve become so consumed with putting someone else’s needs before your own (and that’s not a…
THEME: Creative, in collaboration with LA-based artist Priscilla Witte. She’s a street artist known for “colorful murals and relatable illustrations,” inspiring Ipsy’s first-ever “coloring book-style Glam Bag.” I really like the idea behind this month’s theme, because featuring actual artists gives the bag more personality and gives you someone to look up and follow (if you’re…
Three weeks ago today I was crying unconsolably. I couldn’t accept or even fathom the idea of my five year relationship being over with a man whom I’d pictured forever with. I loved him with every brittle bone in my body. Every unreliable fiber of my being. All I wanted was him – I could’ve…
It’s been a week and three days. The first seven days were rough. Like, I thought my body was going to give out when I had to move all of my belongings out of the apartment we’d shared for almost a year and all I’d had for the week was water. Surprisingly, it was as…
