When I lost my mom, it did not feel like the first time. We had lost her years before she actually passed. She was cursed with a disease which withered her down to an empty vessel. It was long, frustrating, and something I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. By the time I was 18 years old she was no longer the person I once knew. Most of my late memories of her are not actually of her, they are of parts of her, tainted by illness.
If you follow me on Instagram (which you should. Hello.. lets be friends!) you probably saw that this past week tested all my emotions and capabilities as a mother.Continue reading “Surviving The Days: The Best Ways To Help You Unwind”
Valentine’s Day is only a little over two weeks away and if you’re like me, you are more excited for a reason to dress up than you are to actually go anywhere (sorry Bryn).
Unless you have been living under a rock for the past month, you have probably heard about the new Netflix show Tidying Up with Marie Kondo.
With the show coming out right as the new year kicked off, I quickly jumped on Netflix, notebook in hand and ready to learn, and binge watched the show quicker than I would like to admit (2 days.. whoops..). After finishing the series I was left with an insane urge to throw out our entire apartment.
So that is exactly what I did. Sort of.
We have all been there.
It’s 7 am, you haven’t showered in God knows how long, and your hair is a disaster. What do you do?
You throw it up in a bun with the elastic you found under your couch cushion.Continue reading “The “Mom Bun” Ruined My Hair and How You Can Avoid It”
With Valentines Day in a month, we’ve started thinking about what we want to do this year.Continue reading “Celebrating Valentines Day In,With A Baby”
I will be the first to admit I love the look of plump, full lips. But unfortunately, mine are not naturally like that. I also don’t have the courage, or the money, to go get lip fillers done.
So instead, I fake it!
I had been sitting on my bed, naked, for almost a half an hour at this point. Tears streaming down my face uncontrollably while I stared at my clothes littered all over the floor. Nothing fit me right. There were rolls on my body in places I didn’t even know could roll. I felt ashamed and self-conscious and I resented my body for looking like this.
I hated my mom body.
I was born with a head of hair that puts lions manes to shame. It’s curly and unruly, and there is so. much. of. it. Holy, heck.
For a laugh, I have include my grade 8 yearbook photo (pre-styling knowledge) to show just how far I’ve come.
When your life is busy and you don’t have time to devote hours in front of a mirror doing your makeup, it can seem like a daunting task trying to find a quick makeup routine which doesn’t look like you just slapped a bunch of stuff on your face and ran out the door.Continue reading