Is it “in” or “on”? I don’t actually care.
I shouldn’t call it a routine because I do my makeup once a month but when I think a photo will be taken of my face these are the precautions I take to insure I look flawless in every photo.
I’ve recently noticed something about myself that I don’t care to admit but that I will anyway for the sake of personal improvement (and a blog post): I’ve completely forgotten how to pay attention.
I’m constantly reeling with a laundry list of things I want to change about myself and my life, which means that I’m always writing down goals. I’ve done that more in 2017 than ever before, especially because I’ve been journaling and self-reflecting like it’s my day job. So while I do cringe at “New Year, new me” (mostly because it’s just reductive and overused), I really am loving 2018’s New Year fuss.
I feel like it’s my worst quality — I’m just so lax. Maybe it’s my European sensibilities (which have been further influenced by my semester abroad) but I just can’t seem to light a metaphorical fire under my ass.
It only took an hour, British Vogue, and a model to make me care about my health (and happiness). Brittany also had something to say.
I am absolutely way too sensitive, and I am ABSOLUTELY exhausted of hearing people tell me this as an excuse to be an asshole.