Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover pizza at 3 a.m., crying...
Okay. Deep breath.
God is love hit me square in the chest last Tuesday, like actually, while I was ugly-crying in the Meijer self-checkout because the machine kept yelling “unexpected...
Okay, here we go. Inner Healing
Inner healing sounds so pretty on Instagram, doesn’t it? Like you just buy a $78 journal and suddenly you’re glowing. Meanwhile I’m over here...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...