Sorry, I'm not sorry.

I can't believe I'm actually posting this. 

If you've read previous posts of mine, you'll know I'm an advocate for body positivity, and feeling confident and comfortable in your skin regardless of pointless numbers or undefined "perfection" standards that one may or may not have met.

I post this because I'm choosing to say a big fuck you to anyone who insults, disregards, or discourages girls like me who love, or who are trying to love themselves. 

I read on an instagram of a plus sized model 

a comment that said...

"kill yourself, you worthless fat slob."

 How could anyone, ever, in their lives,

 be able to sleep at night after not only telling someone to take their own life,

 but worthless?

 Really?

 Because someone is choosing to be happy?

 And love their skin? 

That makes them worthless?

I have hated my body for many many years,

 and I'm finally realizing at 22 years old.

 that people who base opinions of ones character off of the

 number that appears on a scale, or the size of your jeans, 

will never, ever amount to anything other than an

 insensitive, disgusting excuse for a human being. 

We should be promoting each other to do better, 

pushing others to work harder, and smile more. 

Yet, there are people who sit behind their screen and 

execute comments that would make the devil himself shake his head. 

I post this because I finally am 

beginning to love my curves.

I am beginning to feel beautiful.

Everyone deserves to feel free 

from the chains of self conscious thoughts.

I would normally use this sentence to apologize for cussing,

 or for ranting.

But not tonight.

I'm not sorry. 

And fuck you if you don't like thick thighs or big hips.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

Let yourself behold the image you deserve to see when you look at your reflection.

All of my love.

Xo, 

k.

OOTD: prints & crochet

 

Outfit of the Day:

Over-sized crocheted cocoon cardigan : Avenue

T-shirt: Old Navy

Linen blend print cinched pants: Old Navy

bow top flats: target

watch: Michael Kors

So comfy, and perfect for this breezy Carolina spring.

Hope y'all are enjoying the weather

 wherever you may be.

C'est la vie.

xo, 

k

A year.

So I decided today during my well planned out procrastination 

that I'd look back at what I posted a year ago this week. 

A reflection, if you will. 

I've changed so much within the last year, 

and looking back at that post made me proud of how far I have come. 

At this point last year, I had been completely cut off by someone 

I fell head over heels for, 

and who I had in my life for about six years. 

He knew everything about me. 

And he walked out so gracefully, you would have thought he was in a ballet.

I was devastated and yet at the same time, 

I was still exploring my new city, and getting to know people who eventually

 became angels that I couldn't imagine living my life without. 

These simple little lessons are ones that carve you into your ideal self. 

"I've lost a lot, though, too. That comes naturally when you travel over 700 miles away, and I understand that now. We all grow, and like trees our roots spread and thrive where they find they are most alive. I've learned that in order to grow, sometimes you need to let the past be the past. And as much as you would have dropped everything for someone, it's completely worthless if they wouldn't help to pick that everything back up and hand it to you."

 At this point, I had began letting go of fears that had 

for a very long time dictated my life.

I walked outside in a tank top for the first time.

I started conversations instead of staying in bed.

I started to laugh a little harder,

fight a little stronger, 

and love a bit deeper.

To those of you who have followed this traveling soul for the past year, or two, 

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Cheers to spring & laughing wholeheartedly.

C'est la vie.

xo, 

K.

Where I've been

 

If you're wondering where I've been,

I spent a bit of time in Suntan City 

with some lovely ladies, 

then frolicked around like a leprechaun

 for Charlotte's 15th annual bar crawl.

Surrounding yourself with people

who let you act like your foolish self 

is probably the most

 incredible thing one could ever do.

In doing so, I've learned to love myself, 

my squeaky obnoxious laugh, 

and my flaws.

I hope you all had a wonderful, 

or are having a wonderful spring break.

Cheers to warmer weather. 

xo,

 k