Letters to the past.

Old friend, 

I know we don't talk much, 
and it's not like me to back track to the past,
but it's this time of year when I think of you the most.

You were comfort. 
Like the sweatshirt you grab on the first chilly night of autumn.
It's broken in, and has holes and stains in spots that can't be removed.
But, it's happiness.
You're the perfect kind of fucked up that I'll never be able to throw away.

And you were there on those old autumn nights.
And even though you still send messages out of the blue that give me chills, 
instead of reaching for you lately, like that hoodie, 
I choose now to put you away.

I miss you dearly, darling, 
but wearing you only brings out the worst in me.

Sometimes, we need to discard of things that bring us back to the cold.
And I apologize.
I truly do.

But instead of thinking of me with a blackened heart,
remember me smiling riding shotgun, 
wearing the holes and stains you left. 

I hope you're well.
And I send my love for the last time.

xo, 
K.

I ain't settling.

Rant time.

There comes a point in every big girls life where she just has to settle. 

Settling for a certain type of jean, or cut of a dress.

I decided to become a fashion major when I realized how much I

 hated the assortment of clothing provided to people above a size 12 in small and major retailers. 

Nothing irritates me more than seeing beautiful, thick women, having to wear clothes with styles from 1978 because no one takes the time to focus on a market that is, now, growing in our society.

So what do we do?

We settle for that fucking ugly wrap dress that doesn't flatter anyone, because it's the only one that will fit. Yes, i'm bitter. I can't help it. I'm so tired of settling.

It's not just clothes, though, I've realized.

And I don't know if I'm the only one who does this, but instead of searching for more, I settle. 

I've never been like this. 

I've always reached for the stars, but lately I've been stopping at the clouds. 

This is such a leap backwards, and if you're on the same path, 

turn around. 

Don't settle for shit that doesn't make you happy 

just because it's the easier thing to do.

Don't settle for people, "friends" who are simply going to take advantage of your kindness.

It doesn't matter how much you think they'll change, because they literally never will.

You're more than a doormat.

Don't settle for the boy who will hold you when the door is shut, but not when you're in public.

If he's not willing to put you on a pedestal in front of his friends, and strangers alike, and say "this is my girl, and she is beautiful in every way", then don't buy his act. It's not worth the pain, trust me. 

At the end of the night, as much as you may want it, just know he won't text you in the morning. 

So, class, what have we learned today?

Don't settle for clothes that your grandma would wear just because they're the easiest to find.

Don't settle for people who would rather lean on your bank account than your shoulder.

Don't settle for a boy who simply wants you in the dark, when you deserve nothing but light.

And absolutely don't settle for that fucking wrap dress. 

Sometimes, we deserve to put ourselves first.

End rant.

Love you guys.

Be good to yourselves.

X, 

k.

loving life and leather.

If you would have showed me this picture five years ago, and said 
"hey, this is you", 

I would have never believed you.

A leather skater skirt? 
Who do I think I am?
Sass queen of the century.

I've never felt better about myself in a skirt, than I do in this faux leather zip back skater skirt from Torrid. It flares PERFECTLY from about an inch above the knee, and is so incredibly comfortable. 

I chose to pair it for the purchase with a simple, navy, black and red flannel, and black flats. I strictly wanted the attention to be on the skirt. I'm obsessed.

Fall perfection in two simple, versatile, staple pieces.

Seriously, I know that it is so hard to take a step outside of your comfort zone, but when you do, you feel the weight of the world and the opinions of others fly off of your shoulders.

K

Thanks for coming, but..

"You see, darling, life has gone on without you."

The luckiest girl in the world.

I think that having the ability to wrap myself in a king sized sweater blanket, 

grab my laptop, (some ed sheeran,  a little/alot of pinterest)

and open the door to sit out on my balcony after midnight,

gives me the right to say I am the luckiest girl in the world.

I've worked 4 years to sit comfortably in this little home depot folding chair, 

and simply stare uptown at the city that stole my heart. 

I can't help but fall in love deeper everyday. 

I am infatuated with this life I've created for myself.

I hope you're smiling tonight and every night as well.

Sending my love from the queen city to you, wherever you may be.

Xx,

k

Just a tip:

surround yourself with people who genuinely want you
to be your best at all times. 

Life will seem so much more purposeful. 

I promise.

Blue jean baby.

I just want to point something not so obvious about this picture. 

Yes, this is me. 

Yes, I'm wearing skinny jeans.

I saw some tumblr type edits on various forms of social media basically mocking plus size girls for wearing "skinny" jeans. Ladies, the "skinny" jean is a term used 

for a tapered ankle style of pants.

 No one, ever, 

made it a law that bigger girls couldn't wear these because we have a bit more junk in our trunks. 

Just wanted to throw this out there, because I have never ever felt more confident in an outfit than I did in these jeans, by torrid, Kimono, also by torrid, and tank by old navy. 

I always hated wearing jeans because for one I have stumpy ass legs, and two, I always had this weird feeling that people would be making fun of me for wearing them.

I got over it. 

And I'm so happy I did.

I felt like the sassiest bitch,

 and no one could have told me differently.

So just a shout out to the bitches who say 

"plus size girls can't rock skinny jeans", 

screw you and both of your zeros.

Love, 

the big girl in the kimono and bomb ass jeans.

High end accessory dupe: #2

Clearly, I'm from Long Island

(yes, pronounced lawn-guy-lind), 

but I actually believe you can blame it all on my roots, 

cause one of my ancestors had to of showed up in boots at one point or another, 

cause I love the south way too much.

Anyway..

Kendra Scott "Danielle"/"Skylar" earrings seem to be a "southern-belle thing." 

And I'm in love. 

These earrings are the perfect way to dress up any outfit and add just the perfect touch of sparkle. I'm not a big earring girl, and I never have been, until of course,
I found these on pinterest.
(Left: Danielle, right: Skylar)

My all time favorite Youtuber (Sarahbelle) has raved about the quality of these earrings for MONTHS. And I die, literally, every time I see a pin, or a post, or a video, of someone with these gorgeous, 

but so simple earrings. 

Unluckily for me, and all other broke college girls, (or boys, whatever tickles your fancy) these earrings come in at between $60 and $90. 

Ain't gonna happen darlin'.

So, again, I was on the hunt for these bad boys, and found a really similar pair to the Skylar earrings at the Merchandise Mart in Atlanta. Unfortunately, the store I purchased them from only gives access to buyers, and stupid me only bought one pair, not realizing how in love I'd fall with them.
(mine!)

I also found a seller on Etsy, called PrepsParadise, that carries an identical pair of earrings to the ones I bought at the Mart. These, instead of being between $60 and $90, are $15.99! 

I'm in love, and am planning on ordering a couple more pairs very very soon. 

Above, I linked my Pinterest page, 

Sarahbelle's youtube page and the etsy shop where the earrings can be found! Enjoy :)

What is your favorite statement piece of jewelry?

Let me know!

xo,

k.