I have to admit, there is something incredibly satisfying about getting ready for date night and walking out of the room to Julien's mouth half-open and him stuttering "I can't believe you're my girlfriend!". Yes, it's sweet but before you start 'awww-ing' this is the same man who has asked me, "Why do you look so dusty?".

Over the course of the last few months I've made a potentially life altering decision. Recently, I've found that I've been waking up in the middle of the night with pangs of fear and anxiety, wondering if I've made a terrible mistake.

I thought this post would be fitting in light of the  #nomakeupmovement being spearheaded by Alicia Keys in an attempt to encourage women to embrace their natural beauty. In an age where societal pressures have never been more high and where women are expected to look like they just walked off the cover of a magazine, I definitely feel like our perception of beauty is seriously warped.  I think that the problem is two-fold: a) The external pressure for women to...

Today I've had  the most horrid hair day. Definitely the worst I've had since the Obama administration. And that's saying a lot because I've had some real doozies in the past 8 years. I was low-key worried all day that someone would snap a candid and immortalize me in all my poufy, frizzy glory.