…and thus eating a lot of baked potatoes piled high with black beans, butter, cheese, and hot sauce. They were cheap and they tasted amazing. I look back all that “copy” and “content” and think: that girl wasn’t perfect, and her writing wasn’t pure, but she knew how to feed herself.
People underestimate the amount of guts it takes to do jobs that you hate in order to get by. I’m convinced that most who are privileged can’t even understand the mere concept of being uncomfortable. As much as you hate those articles, there is some sense of purity within those lines. No, they weren’t representative of who you are but they did serve as an essential component to self growth and love. At the end of the day there’s nothing more purer than that.