Fashion & Beauty
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I grew up a lover of what people find weird or macabre. Growing up in the woods had me catching toads and salamanders in the yard to entertain myself. My tiny third grade class lizards found their home in my room after school ended. (You’ll have to join our Patreon Coven for a funny story…
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A week before I left for a family Gloucester overnight, my delusional brain thought I’d roll out of bed really early, put a cute outfit on, and explore the town with Mom’s cousin. Instead, I woke up with a sweaty back and a “Nope” seeing 90-degree heat. Here are the bare bones I buried in…
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I’ve always had an eclectic ear; over time, my wardrobe’s echoed the same melody. My fashion sense at 33 is a swirl of every Jess that never left. I’m still the pink-loving little girl, the self-conscious tomboy, the depressed high school edgelord goth rocker, the hippie/whimsical phase that lasted maybe two months, and the metalhead…
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Growing up, lack of self-confidence meant grabbing whatever would fit, generally stylish or otherwise. Jeans, band tees, and sweatshirts disguised rolls and lumps that subjected me to pushes down stairs or into lockers. Less access and low self-esteem made me bury myself externally and internally. Since I didn’t order online, my only options were JCPenney,…
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Makeup is fun expression for me rather than covering imperfections or changing who I am. Whether I want to be cute, basic, or a dark diva, playing with technique is stimulating and exciting. As someone intrigued by textures due to sensory sensitivities, I also care about finding products that perform well and don’t make me…
