Today is my twenty-sixth birthday. I don’t understand how people ever complain about getting older. Did you, like, peak in high school? I freaking love getting older. I welcome each new year with open arms. It’s part of my lifelong plan to age “gracefully”. Gotta be grateful for each full year of life that you get, man.
26 is nothing to write home about or anything, I mean, I didn’t get another pair of Louboutins like I did for my 25th, but it’s still a great age. I plan on making a big deal out of all of my birthdays not just the “important” ones. Also, 26 is the age I will tell people I was when I got married! BirthDAY < Wedding YEAR.
I feel like I am becoming the woman I am supposed to be. I have found a hair color that works for me, I’ve accepted that being pale and ghostly is probably better than skin cancer, I know how to highlight and contour like a boss ass bitch, I am continuously told how much I remind people of Jennifer Lawrence, and my style is, in my humble opinion, at an all time high. All of that physical stuff aside, my relationships with my friends, family, and fiancé are stronger than ever and continue to bloom and grow. I have a confidence that borders on narcissism, but I don’t even care because if loving myself is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Dress/Target, Jeans/Obey, Beautiful Face c/o makeup & a good night’s sleep
Cheers to another wonderful year filled with life, love, and keeping up with this blog. xoxo.