Chicken Noodle Soup for the Internet

So this is a good place to start, I mean I hope it is.

Do you ever look back at your writing and get embarrassed by how cheesy it is? I’m sure I will have this moment in like ten minutes but whatever.

When I was young and naive I was a ballerina. It was a time of extreme confidence and care free attitude. I got the part of the cowardly lion in the production of The Wizard of Oz in our recital and it might as well have been a lead role in a Broadway musical. I thought I was the second coolest person in the world only behind Oprah, side note I used to practice imaginary interviews with Oprah to prepare for potential future fame…spoiler alert the interview never happened. My role of the cowardly lion was the exact opposite of how I felt at that age. I was an overweight, young girl who didn’t do her homework but I had the courage of well for lack of a better reference, Oprah. I should rename this entry to Oprah and Me although I’m unsure if that is grammatically correct, I should have done my homework.

Fast forward to high school me and you would find a teenage girl mirroring the cowardly lion. Quiet and afraid to draw attention towards myself, with about a negative billion self confidence rating I was far from killing it. But I put on a brave face everyday and some how survived with minor injuries and perhaps the best friends any girl could ask for. Upon graduating I had found my knack for helping others and in a strange turn of events had an obsession with fashion and anything beauty related. My happiness was found in the smile of a young girl who needed a friend on an Indian reservation in South Dakota but was also found in the glossy pages of fashion magazines and on online blogs. Cue Into the Gloss, Man Repeller, Temptalia, Style.com, Youtube gurus, Tumblr, Pinterest, among other things in which I obsessed over, a deep internet vortex of joy.

2013 me decided to go off to New York City to go to fashion school. FIT to be specific. No one around me cared knew about the school but I was convinced that I was going to be successful. I was going to prove to everyone that I could do it, shy, who is that? does she talk? girl was headed to the city that never sleeps, the big apple, the city where dreams come true(barf). I was immature and convinced that my life had meaning only when other people were impressed by it. An ideology that I partially blamed on social media and the academic pressure that existed in my town.

At this point there is going to be a vague description of events that eventually caused me to return home less then two months after I moved to New York. Anxiety, stress, family, and perhaps divine intervention. Maybe eventually I will talk about it but for now, my lips are sealed. What’s important perhaps is to know that I’m okay now. In the disaster that is trying to figure out what to do with your life I found myself rebuilding everything I had worked for.

Enter this blog which I have decided is something I need to just release a part of my brain that is not useful in my everyday life. So this will be my brain vomit blog with beauty stuff, important life stuff, and maybe even something entertaining for other people to read. Only time will tell.