Ok, it was only for twenty five days. And no, I didn’t give it all up. I kept Facebook because I never check it and who cares about Facebook anymore.
Instagram and Twitter though… I deactivated them because I had developed an unhealthy compulsion of checking them throughout the day. Whenever I was bored or found a pause in my thoughts, I’d suddenly reach for my phone. And as a person who struggles with an addictive personality (smiley wink emoji), I am the first to recognize addiction when I
see have it!
My hair is long. Really long. And I’m about to get real with you…
It’s not always pretty.
In a previous post, I described my indifference and general discontentment towards my hair situation.
Yet I remain equally committed to growing it out because I want it to be the longest length it’ll ever be in my life.
If you think that’s not a #RealLifeGoal, then obviously you’ve never tried growing out your hair to its longest length.
Try it. Commit to growing your hair for years. Years. And then fight every impulse to hack away at it. You’ll find, as I did, that there are major (and sometimes gross) inconveniences to having really long hair.
Let me count the ways…
With all my skincare obsession, you would think that I would have the most flawless baby skin in the whole wide world.
But nope, not true.
I still struggle with blemishes. And I still get the occasional monster pimple. Or two. Usually they form right in between my eyes.
It’s THE WORST.
I do sometimes think about WHAT A FRAUD I am to be keeping a beauty blog when I don’t feel like a particularly beautiful person.