Social downfall

The internet makes it way too easy to compare ourselves to others. But we all move at our own pace, and shouldn’t let what others are doing dictate how we go about our own lives.



World’s best boyband

Yipes! I’ve taken quite the leave here.

It’s been a super crazy week, with my favorite boy band (*NSYNC, in case you’ve been living under a large rock) reunited. It was magical. I turned back into the teeny bopper I’ve always been and it was amazing. May have scared some of those who weren’t fully aware of my history, but that’s fine.

And since this all started on April 30th (officially “It’s Gonna be May” day), I thought this 👇🏻 was a very fitting calendar blurb for my *NSYNC obsession and just how I genuinely feel about my crazy self. Like my favorite Queen Ru Paul always says “If you can’t love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?Can I get an amen?”

Kisses and cupcakes, friends 😁

Countdown to midnight

With 2017 quickly approaching its end, I realize how much I haven’t written in here, just kidding (but … not really.) This year, and it’s been a weird one, I see how much I’ve grown as a person. I found my voice; it’s always been there, but this year I really found how to use it and make it count. I found solidarity and that there are things in this world worth fighting for. I learned that there are strength in numbers and that I’m lucky enough to have had the influence of a bunch of badass women (and men) in my life.


Turning 30, although slightly scary at first, made me realize how much I have and how little I care about impressing people. I don’t need to be who people think I am – if they don’t already know, then there’s no point in wasting my time✌🏻

See ya, 2017 👋🏻, and cheers to what 2018 (hopefully) has in store🥂

* kisses and cupcakes, kids *

Gaga and Me

lady-gagaAnyone who knows me knows that I am a huge Lady Gaga fan. I love everything she stands for and how she gives outcasts a place to belong. So, it’s no surprise for me to say how much I loved her Netflix documentary “Gaga: Five Foot Two”. To see someone that successful, popular and talented in such a vulnerable and lonely state was completely heartbreaking (but also reminded me that we are all human.) And even though I cried (multiple times) throughout the 1:40 run time, I couldn’t help but see a lot of myself in Stefani’s every day life.

I may not have fibromyalgia, but I know what it’s like to have an illness that doesn’t allow you to always do the things you want, or plan, to do. I know what it’s like to have people tell you “you don’t look sick, so you’re not sick,” or “let me know when you have a real illness.” I have a friend who’s been going through this for years (far worse than anything I’ve dealt with) and I’ve seen the way she’s treated because people think she’s being a ‘flake’ because she doesn’t look like she’s sick. If people are going to think you’re a flake or fake or any other negative adjective, you need to tell them “BYE FELICIA!”

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

This world is too messed up for us to be judging people based off of outward appearances. That’s easier said than done, but we should should be judging people on their character, not on how we perceive them to be.

So, if this movie taught me anything (and it taught me a lot), it’s that no amount of fame can cure your issues (it might help, but only to point.) We’re all human. And the most important piece is to just be yourself. If people want to think they know you before they actually do, then you really don’t need them in your life.

*kisses and cupcakes*