Can we talk about how the “fashion” industry is so obsessed with making us feel bad about our bodies? I mean, I put on a pair of jeans and suddenly I'm questioning my life choices like I’m in a therapy session. Meanwhile, some influencer is out here looking like a snack in a crop top while I’m over here trying to locate my belly button through my high-waisted pants. Like, can we at least agree tha...
I know I’m supposed to be an adult with my life together, but I secretly still sleep with my childhood stuffed animal. Honestly, that little guy has seen me through breakups, job losses, and existential crises. I mean, would my future therapist even believe me if I said it helps with my anxiety? But hey, I’d rather have a plushie keep my secrets than tell my friends I still cry over reruns of show...
I put off my laundry for so long that my clothes are starting to form a union. At this point, I'm half expecting them to draft a manifesto about the "right to be worn." Seriously though, I just want to wear something without having to Google if the smell is 'vintage' or 'just plain gross.' Why did I think I could survive as an adult without establishing a laundry schedule? Help me out here, are there support groups for this?
I put off my laundry for so long that my clothes are starting to form a union. At this point, I'm half expecting them to draft a manifesto about the "right to be worn." Seriously though, I just want to wear something without having to Google if the smell is 'vintage' or 'just plain gross.' Why did I think I could survive as an adult without establishing a laundry schedule? Help me out here, are there support groups for this?
I can’t be the only one who feels like adulthood is just a never-ending game of "What am I doing with my life?" Like, one minute I’m pretending to have it all figured out, and the next I’m sitting in my pajamas at 3 PM wondering if it’s too late to run away and become a pirate. Seriously, why does everyone make it look so easy? It’s like the day you turn 30, there’s an unspoken rule that you shoul...