I write about real-life experiences in love, loss, travel, and dream chasing.
Dear 2008 Me
Dear 2008 me, Hey, I know this might sound a little bit crazy, but remember that one time you swore to yourself that if this ever happened you'd believe it? I'm you in the future. The year is 2018, the Jonas Brothers aren't together anymore, and Donald Trump is the President of The United States of America. I'm sorry, I know this sound like the beginning of a bad joke, but I'm totally serious.
An Open Letter to My Friend Who Thinks She's Not Enough
It broke my heart to hear you say, “I just don't think I'm pretty enough.” I wish you could see the world through my eyes, because when I look at you, I see strength, and perseverance. I see an independent woman who has been hurt, but who has grown. I see a woman that has overcome more obstacles than any stranger walking down the street could ever know. Do you realize the value that you carry with you?
5 Tips and Tricks for Visiting Los Angeles
Okay, so you've dreamed of the day you'll hop off a plane at LAX with a dream and your cardigan, and you've already booked your flight. I can tell you from experience that you are going to have the time of your life. As a former Angelo, allow me to give you some tips and tricks to optimize your visit to the City of Angels.
How I Learned to Love Myself
It wasn’t long ago that I would get invited out with my friends, and I felt that I had nothing to wear that made me... “beautiful.” I would cancel my plans, and instead cry staring into the mirror absolutely disgusted with everything I was. Have you ever been to a Hollywood party? Maybe there’s a better suited question. Have you ever watched an episode of The Hills? Imagine walking into the room of a Teen Vogue summer party feeling like you have UGLY COW written across your forehead, and everyone reads it as they pass you. That was me. That was how I felt. All. The. Time.
I Went on a Date with a Man That Had an English Accent.
#MyWorstDate I should’ve known it was destined for disaster, but he worked for a top-notch music producer, so I agreed to go on a date with him. I guess I can’t really say I regret it, because otherwise I wouldn’t have this story to tell.