I hope they like me. Am I overdressed? Shit, this dress totally shows my panty lines. As I shuffled up to the security desk at 50 Milk Street in downtown Boston, my mind was on full blown %*&#@****. It wasn’t even necessarily that it was the first day of my summer internship; I’m used to … Continue reading
My roommate once related me in the mornings to this dog who clearly has no chill. I feel pretty comfortable with this characterization one, because the dog is clearly active and two, because I am a super morning person who wakes up with the type of motivation to eliminate gender bias in the workplace, eat … Continue reading
Throughout my 22 years, I have always gotten dressed for the thrill of it. Every morning, as I add each piece on top of one another, its as if a compilation of my personality, mood, and identity materializes, transmitting my inner goings-on to the outside world. Other than the weather, I never conditionalize my clothing, … Continue reading
Although I’ll be the first to whip out my daisy dukes and let the vitamin D sink into my pale giraffe legs, my upper half has always been a more reserved space. Since the start of puberty, my relationship with chest has been an interesting one. Other than a semi-forced hand-me-down, I’ve never once owned … Continue reading
It’s been one of those days. You forgot your coffee that you took 5 extra minutes to make only to end up late to your first class and deficient in caffeine. You stumble into class late so all the chairs are empty except for the few at the way front where you know you can’t … Continue reading
It’s that time of the year again. You can’t walk into any drugstore, grocery store, or gas station without being bombarded with roses, kissy faces, and yet another reminder that YOU’RE SINGLE BUTTERCUP. However, this year, I don’t feel particularly scornful about Valentines Day. I’ve skimmed through Instagram, administered my obligatory, “You and your partner … Continue reading
