Gothic
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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…
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The music we grew up on stays with us. If there’s one interesting thing I noticed finding myself again in my 30s, it’s how much I never changed deep down. My true self only wore a mask of “normality”, knowing I presented as someone else more digestible and likable (whatever that means). Making this post…
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“Routine”…a foreign word to me. (For someone with a strong need for routine, I suck at keeping one.) Up until the last couple months, routine didn’t exist for me. I spent months in depression rot: wake up whenever, suffer at work in physical pain with a racing mind, zone out until I knocked back out…
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I’ve paid more attention to the things I gravitate toward — the media I ingest, the aesthetics that feel like home, the little obsessions that come and go. It feels like I’m quietly getting to know myself again, and I want to track the tidbits I (re)discover with you. These are the currents I’ve been…
