Like many women, my love affair with summer has been a journey. A long- sweaty, thigh chaffing- journey. Shorts, tank tops, bathing suits, I mean… it’s a lot to emotionally unpack, but once I did, can you even imagine how exciting that was for me?
Prior to this moment, I thought the only hiking I would ever do would come after a plane crash, stranding me with a group of strangers on a deserted jungle island. I actually think about this a lot, and I have a number of concerns. First, I wear contacts, and I would be good for [...]
It’s October 3rd, and you guys… it’s chilly. It’s foggy in the mornings and getting dark earlier and earlier, and my body is finally at operating level: PRAISE JESUS. […]
You know how Facebook does that creepy thing where it loads your sidebar with ads that appeal to you based on your browsing history? […]
Every March I headed outside in a brand new bathing suit so Andy could quickly snap a photo of me in the frigid wind, my feet burning on the frozen ground, my pale skin all prickled and bumpy; all in the name of swimsuit confidence. […]
And the streak continues! So yeah, if you’ve been following me through the years, you may already know of my complete aversion to standard store bought costumes. […]