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A high collar

Hello everyone! I am back with another outfit post. This one is far more girly than what I tend to wear, but I wanted to try something new. The high collared shirt is one of my favorites, I love the detailing in the front.

Whenever I wear it I remember my birthday, that was when I bought it. I wanted to buy clothes that I usually stray away from, and I am glad I did.

My personal style is always changing depending on how I feel. It can be girly and feminine, with skirts and dresses, or very casual with jeans and a tshirt.

Whatever I wear, it is important for me to feel comfortable, that I feel good in the clothes, that it is not too loose or too tight. Sometimes I want to wear different clothes, shirts that I can tuck in to my jeans, shirts that are cropped at the belly button. I am not completely comfortable with crop tops at the moment, but I wanted to try them out and see what kind of style I like.

Let me know what kind of style you like to wear.

Celebrating

Happy Wednesday everyone, and welcome to my third day of straight blogging. Doing this has been kind of difficult, especially since I don’t come up with topics very easily.

I want to talk about these photos. These were taken after I went to my old roommates graduation. She was graduating with a bachelor of psychology, and I am so proud of her. She is such a strong, beautiful, independent, smart woman that has achieved so much. Being there to support her was such an amazing feeling, even if we didn’t see her in her cap and gown because of the large amount of people attending.

Luckily we were able to see her at her party, finally meeting her family and celebrating all her accomplishments.

Glow

Hello!

Today’s blog post is something I’ve been meaning to share. Being busy with school and work can often lead me to a lot of different emotions, one being how I view myself in this vast world we live in.

There are moments which make me think about how I live my life, and how blessed I am to be able to even type this.

I get so caught up in social media, in being an “it” girl that has thousands of Instagram followers, people that want to know what she wears and where she gets it.

If you must know, I bought this shirt for $6 at a thrift store, the sunglasses were on sale for $10 at Pacsun, the shoes a Christmas present and the jeans were my older sisters. I don’t have name brands to share with you, the most I’ve ever worn is Tommy Hilfiger, and am okay with that right now.

I want to own and wear clothes that do not create a facade about me, but rather have a style all my own. I may never be one of the girls that pop up on the explore page on Instagram with over 1,000 likes but maybe the few that look at my outfits and my accounts get to know someone they genuinely like.

I’m tired of trying to copy the pictures I see on Tumblr, and not use the word “inspired” when I mean, “I wish I was the girl in the picture”

For all those bloggers that do have such beautiful photos and have started careers as bloggers, I am so proud of you and hope your blogs reflect how amazing you are. It’s time for me to do the same.

The Truth

Hello everyone! i hope you all are having a great week so far. I’ve been busy with finals taking place in the next two weeks, but I wanted to share a story with you all. Its something that I was ashamed of, that made me feel like I was not a “normal” person because of this. Here is the story of my birth, a complicated mix of many emotions.

My twin and I were born on October 27,1996 in Portland, Oregon. Our mom was 6 months pregnant when she went into labor with us. She was rushed to Portland from Salem, where we currently live. The possibility of us surviving was less than 5%, and luckily here I am writing this story.

We were born weighing 1 pound 0 ounces, a first for the Oregon Health and Sciences University hospital where we were born in. We had major complications due to underdevelopment, and were kept in incubators for months. Past Christmas our parents would drive to Portland from Salem every day to see our progress, where we were slowly getting better with the help of medicine and an even better group of nurses that we still see from time to time. The pictures that we’ve seen of us showed our progress, with the first ones being that we easily fit in the palm of our dads hand.

We got to go home after months of anguish, but the struggle was not over. We had to go the hospital continuously for check ups, and make sure we were moving along accordingly. My twin had more issues to face, such as having to use a walker at an early age to learn how to walk, and having physical therapy for appropriate movements of the body.

This experience has always been something I’ve shied away from. It always made me feel weak but now I know that was my strength.  That she and I were given an opportunity that many aren’t lucky enough to have. Knowing that has made me strong, pushing forward when things get rough.

Things have not been hard for me, but education has. It seems I am in this consistent cycle of failure, never knowing how to pass classes I’ve taken multiple times, always making mistakes that get me the same result, and when I try to focus and study more, the results aren’t in my favor. These situations have made me think of giving up, moving and figuring out what I can do that makes me money and that I don’t hate, but I have invested so much time that giving up isn’t an option. I was put on this earth for a reason, even if I dont know what it is yet.

I wanted to thank all 280 of you that follow this blog of mine. Every time the number gets higher I am shocked by all the support that is being given to me. Everyone reading this gives me inspiration to keep working towards my goals, because I know I will get to wherever I need to be.