Sometimes I look in the mirror and say…

"Hey Beautiful."

And that makes me happy. Because I’m twenty two and pudgy in the wrong places and I’ve got a breakout on my chin and I’m not wearing foundation and yet…I love myself. ‘Flaws’ and all. I’m embracing my round face, my too small eyes.

Honor yourself. Love yourself. Life is too short for anything else. :)


Everyone should spend alone time au natural.

I don’t mean nude (though hey, do that, too. Being comfortable naked makes your body confidence go up! Trust me on this ;)) but sans makeup.

Dare to bare. Stand in front of the mirror and LOOK at yourself. Sure, you may have a blemish on your jaw. Your cheeks may be a little flushed. Your lips might be paler than what you think makes you look beautiful, but look past that. Look at YOU. You are beautiful.

I used to hate my eyes. I looked at celebs I think are gorgeous and they have these huge eyes with deepset lids and so, I use makeup to trick and contour my eyes so they look different. But now, I look at my round, small, semi hooded eyes and think, ‘Man, my eyelashes are gorgeous. They overbalance my tiny eyes and give me an innocent look. *bats lashes*’ And because I love my eyelashes so much, now I love my eyes, too.

My point with this side story is that: you’re beautiful. Everyone is. But sometimes we get so hung up on these tiny imperfections, we hyperfocus on them and lose sight of the big picture.

Learn to love yourself, imperfections and all. Stand in front of that mirror, bare faced, and see that beauty. I dare you. Because its there, ladies. You’re just not seeing.



Growing out awkward:

Well, I’m out of the Carol Brady stage. That’s good, right?

Enter the John Mayer stage.

Thanks curly hair.

Seriously. If I was a boy, I’d have the prettiest hair in the world. But I’m not. I’m a girl. So now I just look like a really pretty boy with boobs.


Her hair. I love it.

Her hair. I love it.


I look like Carol Brady.

Seriously. My pixie grow out has gotten to that stage.

And, yes. I should have gotten it cut ages ago.

Which is why I am FINALLY making it happen tomorrow.


This look is beautiful! Red lips, retro platinum waves! J’adore!

This look is beautiful! Red lips, retro platinum waves! J’adore!


Having a…

Rough grow out day?

We all have them—days when it doesn’t seem like you’re making any progress, when it feels pointless in the grow out journey. My tip?

Go through old pictures! Not only is it fun, but it’s a good reminder of your goal! You can visualize what you looked like with long hair, rethink the bang grow out, etc. Not only that, but also look at pictures post-short-hair-cut! Its good to see the starting point & where you’ve been.

Recharging, even.


You need a haircut!

When growing out a pixie, the hardest thing is bowing to the scissors. Every tiny bit is progress, made more noticable by its teeny existing length. Most pixie cut grow outers say to get haircuts as you normally would.

Well, I don’t do that. I can’t. But there will come a time when you need one, so here are some helpful guidelines:

1. Do you have a mullet? I ask my friends on a scale of normal to Billy Rae Cyrus how mullety my hair is. Use your judgment on their response. If they say an 80s Paul McCartney, its probably okay to keep hiding the short layers with headbands. If they say dog the bounty hunter…STOP READING THIS AND GO TO THE SALON RIGHT NOW WITH A BAG OVER YOUR HEAD!

2. If you don’t have a mullet, but a “tail,” you can work it longer. The way my hair is growing out at present, my top layers are long enough it just looks like intentional shag.

3. If you haven’t gotten your haircut yet, and your ear flap pieces completely cover your ears…go to the salon and get a bob. Seriously. What are you waiting for?

General tips:
-If you have 3-5 bad hair days in a row, it is your hair telling you what you have, it isn’t working anymore. This is true for all lengths.
-Leave ear fringe alone. Don’t touch it. Its what is going to take the longest to grow out.
-Don’t give up!


Attention everyone on tumblr, those who follow me and those who do not. I have an announcement.

I have a mullet. To most of you this would be a horrendous thing, and I’m not going to say it isn’t for me as well, but I can’t help but be excited. In the terrible process of one growing out their hair from a pixie cut, this marks progress!!