A Reflection After a Month Into 2017
December passed and it was our birthdays. Mine on the 19th, my boyfriend’s on Christmas. My celebration was the big 2-5. The big year where celebrating your birthday is almost old news, and you can’t afford to get drunk off your ass anymore and not worry about adult responsibilities.
So here I am. Sitting at my computer, clacking away at the keyboard as I reminiscence about the last 365 days.
When I look back at 2016, I feel like I have accomplished a lot. In the beginning of the year, I bought my first condo. In March, TheStyleWright had its first birthday and my venture boomed way beyond my expectations. I was landing collaborations left and right and had worked with amazing brands. In June, I started a new job that I have grown to really like. In terms of my love life, I have dated my man for 3 and a half years and celebrated a successful 2 years living together. And holistically, I started to shape my outlook on life to a more positive one so I could become the best possible version of me everyday.
Beyond the glamorous exterior that I showcase across social media, this past year was still immersed with many challenges. Yes, I may have experienced all of those aforementioned accomplishments…but little do people know that every single one of those revelries came with unforeseen obstacles.
Hi guys! I’ve been so immersed with New York Fashion Week, I figured it would be great to share with you some insider tips on how to survive the hectic schedule. I’ve made several mistakes and have learned a great deal from them. So here I am sharing some tips with you so you can avoid a few mishaps and enjoy the shows more. Read on!
Check out my latest VLOG on my silly self touring the Manhattan’s Museum of Ice Cream!
I had WAY too much fun at the Museum of Ice Cream. Watch my VLOG for a fun preview, or if you’ve been there already, relive the experience!
Plain and simple. Don’t just catcall on her ass.
P.S. This is my VLOG debut!!!
You wake up in the morning. Your eyes reluctantly open as sun-rays reach through the blinds. You plant your feet down to stand. Your legs feel like they’re dragging on the floor as you make your way to the bathroom. You flick on the lights and look at yourself in the mirror. You tell yourself, “God, this is horrible. I hate waking up so early.” You’re not happy with what you see or how you feel.
You need to understand that it is not your fault. It is simply not. Been there, done that. Blaming yourself or blaming the other person and dwelling on whose fault it really was is not going to get you any further in the healing process. The only way to move on is to grow and improve yourself until you are one badass chick who no one can tear down.
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing in this world is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.” – Calvin Coolidge, 30th President of the United States.
I was hot and then I was cold and then I was hot, and then I was cold. My temperature kept fluctuating for two days. I experienced something that I haven’t in a long time: an aching fever. Then, one healed day later full of recovery symptoms of fatigue, I closed my first apartment. It’s a one-bedroom in NJ, and it’s right along the water, minutes away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Imagine that. A few months ago at the age of 23, I made a successful offer on an apartment. Fast forward to the age of 24, I now own an apartment entirely under my name. God is good, I am grateful, and luck is on my side.
Who knew the buying process was so stressful? I certainly did not. The process of finding the right home at the right price, and shopping around for the best mortgage rates proved to be a huge headache. Everyday, I had to draw up an infinite amount of documents to prove to the bank that I was a reliable borrower. On top of all that, I was living all the way in the Upper East Side while attending to a full-time job. The only time I had to look at apartments were after work, and by the time I got home, it was already time to crash on my Tempurpedic.
The Art Institutes, Eva Michelle, OBDEC…this was the trio that concluded February New York Fashion Week.
Zenia De Sousa
David Marquise Seward
With a full-time desk job that wouldn’t free me till 7pm, attending shows had been extremely exhausting. I would come home past 11pm, eat dinner that consisted of some sort of fried food like chicken fingers and burgers, and wake up at 6am with a tummy ache full of indigestion. With four to five cups of coffee, I powered through my day job for 11 hours, then Uber’d my way to more shows. Rinse, cycle, repeat. You may think being a fashion blogger is solely glamorous based on the moments we capture; however, with all that glamour comes the sacrifice of sleep, health, and time.
Thank God for the above-average makeup skills that shielded my zombie face from the flashes of the cameras. Eyeliner, mascara, and powdered brows were the only things that were propping my eyelids open. And thanks to HD makeup and my Beauty Blender sponge, I could cover all my blemishes and veiny skin that were a result of dehydration and lack of sleep.