When you reach a certain age, in my case 26, you wake up early for things like a new bag of coffee and community garage sales. It’s 8am on a Saturday. I am in an empty home coming off of a night of intense self-care. (Hair masques and face masks and teeth whitening and …
I fell in love with his intention, two years ago. His discipline. How intently he focused on what he was doing. How gentle he was with himself when he made mistakes. How careful he was to consider me in what he was doing.
I quit my dream job, moved in with Derek, modeled, did some public speaking, and puked more times than I'd like to admit.
What's life if you aren't learning?
From fake proposal to mechanical bull... here's the real story.
My relationship with coffee, is, what I would assume to be, the same as one’s relationship with cigarettes. Blissfully addicting.
All the fall things.
USMNT doesn't make it to the World Cup, I give up on keto, my mental health issues, my new lipstick obsession and much more.
My trip to Santa Monica had its ups and downs. But coming home felt like one big low...
Did you see a photo of a me and Derek in Burger King crowns holding a sign with a BUNCH of our friends a few weeks ago? Here’s what that was all about…