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Journaling on reflections of the past and looking ahead
The life of a later twenty-something, writing about herself in the hopes it finds a home with you all.
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“no face”
Staying with my younger years, I should be transparent in saying that I was not always the spunky, happy-go-lucky kid. As we’ve all learned, the media is powerful, and without even realizing it, it got to me at a young age. I used to sit in front of my bedroom mirror, and drag my cheeks
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fighting with confidence, even when you don’t have it
When I was no more than four-years-old, my mom put me in dance classes. I don’t really remember the early years of dance (naturally, I was three.) I know I was put in some ballet and jazz classes, parading around in black and pink outfits. There is a picture somewhere in my parent’s house of
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the only way to begin is to start
When I finally foraged the courage to start a blog, you’d think the first thought in my head would be, What should I write about? Instead, it was more of a matter-of-fact, abysmal statement of I have nothing to say. (My mom suggested I write about the places I go out to on the weekends
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