Okay babes, letβs get real. Last year, I had a full-blown meltdown because I couldnβt find my favorite lip balm in my own bedroom. Not under the mountain of throw pillows, not beneath…
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real β did anyone else’s “self-care Sunday” recently involve staring at that pile of dishes while crying into a cold latte? π That was me three months ago, until…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to wake up like a startled raccoon π¦ β scrambling for coffee while mentally drafting apology texts for the 3 AM “u up?” memes Iβd sent my group…
Read moreOkay, letβs get real β when my BFF walked into my apartment last week and whispered βDid youβ¦ become a spa?β I knew my minimalist home glow-up had officially crossed into cult territory….
Read moreOkay, real talk: when my therapist suggested “mindful movement” instead of my usual rage-treadmill sessions, I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my prefrontal cortex. But three months later? Iβm that girl…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. Two years ago, I nearly canceled a job interview because I spent 47 minutes crying in a Starbucks bathroom. Why? My “power blazer” felt like a Halloween costume,…
Read moreOkay, real talk β did anyone elseβs pandemic-era couch potato phase leave their home looking like a storage unit threw up? π Last year, I accidentally turned my living room into a shrine…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I used to be the human equivalent of a “buy one, get ten free” sale rack. ποΈ My apartment looked like a Pinterest board titled “Chaos Core” β clothes I…
Read moreLet me tell you about the day my caramel macchiato baptized my overstuffed couch β and not in a cute “Instagrammable spill” way. βπ₯ There I was, tripping over a rogue yoga mat…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to wake up like a zombie who accidentally attended a rave π§βοΈπ. My “morning routine” involved panic-chugging cold brew while mentally drafting resignation letters. Then I discovered intentional…
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