I sat in the semi-crowded train a few days ago, oblivious to the people around me, trying to send a text before we went underground. Text message sent, still above ground, I looked up and realized that people were staring in my direction. I looked down, and I saw my cleavage. Feeling a bit of discomfort… Continue reading Love letter to my body
As of today it's been four months since I've had a Red Bull. To understand why the the 27th of December, 2012 is an important date to commemorate is to know the following: I've tried to give up my Red Bull habit more than 5 times since I started drinking them in 2006 After 2006… Continue reading Finding ‘wings’: Life after a 4-can-a-day Red Bull habit
Barbie's a doll. We all know that, right? I had plenty of Barbies growing up. Who didn’t? It was fun to brush her hair and pretend that she was real. I used her and all of her accessories--the luxurious penthouse, her convertible, all of her fabulous clothes--to create my version of a fabulous life. A life… Continue reading Why would anyone want to look like Barbie? She’s so fake!
I rarely wear my hair in its natural partly curly, partly wavy, state. I can never rely on how it will turn out. I don't have the beautiful kind of curls and waves that my sisters have, but I know that when it's straight, I have other people envy. But this morning, after a night… Continue reading WE are all more beautiful than we think, you better ask somebody
When I imagine who I am in the most abstract of ways, this is who I see... A free-spirited gypsy who loves the life that loves her back. I feel like her when I dance, free. But on any given normal day, I may possess one or two of the qualities she exudes, but for… Continue reading Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I
Okay, so I actually have a pretty good idea of how I got fat, or at least how I gained weight (they tell me I'm not fat, just a lot thicker). But knowing is only part of the answer on how to get back to being not fat (see photo below). But being fat, heavier,… Continue reading How did I get so fat?
In the midst of a search for a real winter coat--week 2, still no luck--I found a pretty little black dress, on sale no less. It took exactly 60 seconds of should I or shouldn't I before I decided I should. Who was I trying to fool anyway? It's perfect, just revealing enough to be… Continue reading There’s just something about that little black dress