It's day one in the city and it's strange to be back. Turns out New York is louder than Utah, and I'm sleepier here than ever before. I vacillate between peace and excitement and fear and doubt. Unemployment is both a joy and a nightmare. I can do whatever I want all day long! But what I actually do is worry and worry and apply to jobs and write emails and edit resumes and also did I mention worry. Excited to become something more than I am now. Scared that I'm feeding into a culture and society that needs to be overturned (Thanks, Jessa!). It's familiar and foreign all at once. I'm worried about what to wear. But excited all the same! Sitting between committed and uncommitted is an odd place to be, but we're gonna give it a go and be so amazingly grateful for two beautiful grandparents who will let me sleep in their living room until I find my feet. I suppose this is what living life is; pulling yourself together, excited and scared, excited and scared, excited and scared, and so on and so forth.
14 February 2017
As it happens, I only feel vaguely ashamed to be posting about pajama-dressing so late in the game. It just didn't particularly strike me when it was *actually cool and trendy, about a million seasons ago* But believe me I am now STRICKEN. Approaching spring I inevitably revert to two personas; girl on the prairie or girl on a european study abroad. According to my silk pajama fixation, I'm feeling the study abroad girl vibes hard core right now because simply picture me, a gal, in a silk get-up eating gelato literally anywhere but actually preferably Barcelona or Rome. Niiiiiiiiice.
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05 July 2016
Yesterday I saw a post on Instagram that launched me into absolute despair. This isn't the first time this has happened, to me or probably to you, or to anyone, I'm sure. And in the midst of crying so hard in a public place that a lady had to ask me if I was okay because I was freaking kids out, the fact that it came down to an Instagram post was insult to injury. I'm so lonely right now. It's been Instagram posts that have helped me get here and it was an Instagram post that finally pushed me to a breaking point. And I just keep asking myself *why did I have to see that, why did I even have to know.*
I feel tragically beholden to remaining plugged in. Socially obliged to a relentless, involuntary consumption of details about peoples lives that perpetuate my loneliness and upend my self-worth on a daily basis and I just sit here and I let it. I let it change the way I feel, I let it change the way I perceive reality. Don't I love myself more than that? It's disgusting and it's horrible and it's tragic. And the only solution so far has been to try to present ourselves in ways that make someone else feel lonely and less than. So we can keep up.
A few months ago I made a new friend, and she told me that pre-friendship she used to follow me on Instagram but had to stop because *I was one of those people who's lives just seem perfect to the point of making you feel like trash.* This is someone I cherish dearly and am so incredibly grateful for. And I had hurt her before I even knew her. Without even knowing it. And it makes me absolutely sick on so many levels.
- Firstly, I've had my fair share of shit this year. Things have been consistently difficult and hard and scary. If people see my life as perfect, not only is it painful to me that I'm unintentionally perpetuating that lie, it's also putting up a barrier between me and people that I desperately desperately need. How can we connect and uplift and commiserate when someone's life seems inhumanly beyond the need to connect and uplift and commiserate? Everyone carries sadness. Everyone.
- Secondly, it absolutely breaks my heart to think I am or is or was ever part of causing another girl to suffer in the ways I've suffered. Jealousy and self-doubt and longing and envy are poisonous and I know it because I've felt it all. I've followed and unfollowed, I've accidentally happened upon posts that make me wish I could cease to exist. I know what that is and I don't ever want anyone to feel that on account of something I seem to be. I want girls to stick together. I want us to be on a team. We have to be on each other's team.
The bottom line is, I just want it to be over. I want Instagram and Facebook to all to go away, and I want society to change, and I never want to have to see the things that make me feel jealous or worthless ever again. But since that's not real life, and that's not going to happen, all I can do is remove myself from the problem. If I'm going to create things, I want to create things for people, things people can find solace in and things that create peace. Not a damn persona.
I'm done. I don't know how or what that exactly means, I don't know how that will manifest in the things I post or what platforms I post them on, but I want you to know, if you're reading this, that I am done with being part of the problem. I don't want to be part of the problem. My life isn't perfect. I'm sorry if you thought so. I love you and we need each other and we need each other to be real and honest and good and kind. Deal?
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09 March 2016
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14 February 2016
hi hello yes hi
It is that time of year again. It is my half birthday time of year again.
Its also valentines time of year again but who the eff even cares.
It just so happens that recently I've been thinking and talking a lot about learning to be comfortable with all the facets of living Girl Life. One of those facets is wearing underwear. Valentines is also an apropos time to be talking about this because its a lot of being-hot-for-boys vibes but when there's no boys around that you care about being hot for, you have only to worry about being hot for yourself.
Pretty for yourself, rather. Which is why for my valentines times I am implementing a new tradition called Rosie Gets Herself Nice Underwear on February 14th. I never admitted to caring about pretty underwear until pretty much last year when the internet began enlightening me to its design merits. Actually, too, I was definitely too self-conscious to ever admit that I wanted or cared about pretty unders until recently. But now I'm getting better about embracing Girl Life and plus when you buy your own underwear you can choose any of the underwears you even want! Woo!
The very best part, actually, about being single and young and blah blah blah is that NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO CARE ABOUT WHAT UNDERWEAR YOU'RE WEARING EXCEPT FOR YOU (and your roommate I guess, because if you frequently change in front of them you probably don't want to freak them out.) Which means there is absolute freedom and lack of shame in choosing anything you love, and that my friends, is a valentines lesson. Girl Life is amazing.
To celebrate all this, I've compiled four of my favorite lingerie brands, instagram tags included because they all run real ace accounts. Proceed:
Bodysuits, guys. Also the perfect bralette and really good high-waisters.
Not technically lingerie cuz it's swimwear. But truly perfect swimwear so here it is.
Simple cuts, simple colors, incredibly soft, organic cotton! Good stuff.
Great textile combos, great bralettes. Generally very cool.
Basically, it's good to be alive when your underpants reach your bellybutton.
Happy Feb 14
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