& I probably should be. I was sitting at the bar with my mom & one of the regulars the other day and we were just having a casual conversation about our use of Metamucil. Despite this topic not really being one best suited for a restaurant, it’s also one that most people would be embarrassed by. Yet, we didn’t…
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NOT PUT FIRST
Unpopular opinion: I don’t want my boyfriend to put me first (Maybe second though). The other day a girl reached out to me over DM and asked for some relationship advice. She told me that her and her boyfriend were taking a break because he needed to focus on school. He felt like he was less of a man because…
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ALWAYS IN THE WRONG
I was expressing a problem I had to my boyfriend the other day & as I was drafting up various versions of the same text in attempt to explain emotions without being able to talk face to face (which is not an easy feat), I noticed something. Every time I write and rewrite, I’m always the one at fault. If…
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BACK ON CAMPUS
& to be completely honest, I’d rather be anywhere else. I wander around the busy streets of Ann Arbor and notice kids rushing to class or basking in the sun in the diag or standing in line for boba or limping home from yoga. These scenes are so familiar that they take me back to the last time I lived…
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JUST A WAITRESS
I quit my job yesterday. I simply told the hosts at the restaurant not to sit me anymore and as soon as my table left, so did I. This leaving mid-shift is my form of storming out. I once put in a two weeks notice and was told that it was entirely unnecessary. I don’t just leave. I don’t want…
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MAKING PEACE WITH MY BODY
I sound like such a cliché saying this, I know. But gosh dang does it feel good not to look at pictures of myself in a bathing suit & think “fat” every single time. It took me so long to get here (I’m talking like 15 years) and I did so many things to make it to where I am.…
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OVERWHELMED
By choices, that is. Our generation has been told that we can do and have whatever we want. from jeans to jobs and from significant others to the coffee we rely on in the morning, the possibilities seem endless. Take me, for example. I’m the girl who spends fifteen minutes staring at the coffee menu before choosing one, typically ending…
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HONESTY
I can be honest to a fault. From time to time I accidentally offend someone by pointing out that revving the engine on their “hot rod” doesn’t make girls wanna sleep with them, or that they probably shouldn’t wear light pink when their complexion is practically translucent. But I honestly thought that by telling people these things I was doing…
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EMBRACING ME
I’ve always hated those people who become carbon copies of their significant other. Who lose their personal identity to become what they think the other person wants them to be. Yet, when I told my boyfriend that he needed to teach me everything about sports, something I don’t have any background in and am not sure I care all that…
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TRUST AGAIN
I’m in Portland, staying with my very recent boyfriend. Still very fresh in the honeymoon phase, I can’t get enough of him. My limbs are drawn to his, tracing my fingers along the veins that run from fingertips to forearm while we speed down the winding highway or our feet doing a dance under the kitchen table while we hang…
