Mom, if you’re reading this please just turn back now.
There are a lot of things that I think should be a certain way. I should always get at least eight hours of sleep. Lunch should always be healthy while dessert should not. Chik-fil-a should stay open on Sunday, or at least deliver. Your toenails should always be painted if you’re wearing sandals.
It’s Christmas time, which means snuggly blankets, hot coco and quality time with your significant other. For those of us who would like our men to stick around in 2019, putting some thought into a Christmas gift can be crucial.
This year, since my birthday is just a week before Turkey Day and I recently moved to a new apartment, I decided to combine the festivities and hold a Friendsgiving party.
When I applied for college I only applied to three schools. After visiting several universities, when I toured Howard University I instantly knew I’d be a Bison. I applied to two other colleges as back-up, but at after graduation I went with my first choice. My bridal dress shopping experience was no different.
So as you all know I am engaged, and with engagement comes several obligatory events leading up to the wedding. There’s the venue hunt, engagement photos, dress shopping, the bridal shower, etc. So far, we’ve got two items crossed off the list.
Since being exhausted is no fun, I decided to share my favorite things that help me get right to bed.
For years, I’ve turned down plenty of invitations to join friends at Bikram and hip-hop yoga classes because I felt once I made the jump to yoga, I’d become a pretentious L.A. hipster who prides themselves on drinking organic beer.
I’ve loved Tracee Ellis Ross ever since Girlfriends. In my head she’s Auntie Tracee. Although her hair has always been goals, she’s been killing it lately.
Insecurity is something I’d like to say we all deal with. If you disagree, I’m calling you on your lie. Recently, I’ve been feeling increasingly insecure. It could be the new job. Since starting five months ago every now and then I feel when I take one step forward, gaining my footing, I take two steps back. Kind of like a humbling tango. Or, this decline in confidence could also be due to my upcoming wedding and the panic I endure every few weeks about the fact that someone has chosen ME to be with them for the rest of their life. I’ll lay in bed thinking “Me? Is he sure he wants to be with this forever?” or “It’s only a matter of time before my flaws start wearing at him and he’s sick of me.” I beat myself up for even thinking these self-doubts. Then, I beat myself up even more for being insecure, especially when I scroll through my Instagram timeline and see other women living their best life via swimsuit photos …