Kayla Noelle Foster-Brandt
Stories (4/0)
Sunbeams in Paris
Cool silk slips over my buzzing skin and I pad across plush carpet to stare out onto the busy Paris street below. The frenzied summer rain beats down on the window and it’s humidity infuses my hotel room with the scent of menthols puffed in the shelter of the awning and the perfumes of the fleuriste below.
By Kayla Noelle Foster-Brandt3 years ago in Viva
You Deserve Beautiful Things.
I come from a family who has struggled with money on and off for much of my life which is why I am incredibly grateful for the current thrifting craze. I wish I could reach back through time and tell my middle-school self that one day all the cool girls would shop at the thrift store. I’d want her to know that style wouldn’t always be so defined by having the latest trends from a handful of socially-accepted brands. I was so bored just striving to wear the exact same things that everyone else wore. I may as well have just stayed at my old school with its ugly forest green and burgundy uniforms! If we all had to wear big ugly Hollister logos on our chests what was the difference anyway?
By Kayla Noelle Foster-Brandt3 years ago in Styled
For Someone Who Needs Relief
I want to fall to my knees and sob at the bus stop. I want to curl up in my duvet coat on the steps of the glittering hotel across the street, in the sun, and sleep. The only sun I've seen for days has been from the inside of one of my jobs. Weakly piercing the heavy grey clouds. I ache to just turn and run down to the beach and hurl myself into the rocky sand. I want to fill myself with sunlight, I want to let all the frustration and pain and anger tear itself free from my throat and I want to replace it with this warmth and light that has been a rarity for months.
By Kayla Noelle Foster-Brandt3 years ago in Humans