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Weekend Things

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You know it hasn’t been an eventful weekend when I show up early Monday morning to tell you about it. I’ve been sick as balls. And if you know how sick balls can be, you know what kind of an effect that would have on my weekend. Basically I was exhausted and sipping cough medicine/swallowing antibiotics every couple hours, so the fact that I even made it out of the house for delicious meals (try to take my appetite away, I dare you) is pretty impressive. I even made it to a friend’s BBQ Friday night (where Ziggy hid in the bathroom) and Palo Alto to explore (and take photos at) the Stanford campus before a work event. That was the extent of it though. The rest of the time was spent waiting to get back into bed. AND as you read this, I’m reporting for my very first jury duty, so party.

How was your weekend?

5 Tips For Surviving Vegas

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I got back from my all-girls reunion trip to Las Vegas Monday night and I am absolutely, 100% not recovered yet.  I was nervous before I left because I thought this old 26-year-old lady wouldn’t be able to hang, and if you ask the professionals at Urgent Care where I just left with a prescription in hand, maybe they’d say #Vegaswon (it did) but I still survived and I learned some things from it too. Here are my tips for making it out alive and having a damn good time while livin’ it up in the place where stuff gets weird.

1. Book well. Summer Splash, y’all. We attended the fourth and final week this year, but if you’re looking to plan a trip next summer, this is the way to go. If you like DJs, pool parties, skipping long (very, very hot) lines and VIP treatment, hit it up. We attended a pool party every day (and the first night) at different, beautiful venues and saw incredible DJs perform at night (Tiesto and Steve Aoki–we might have missed one because four days in Vegas is a lot of days). We got bottle service, a private pool (minimal creepers), free admission to the shows and even discounted plane tickets. We stayed at the MGM Grand where we partied at Wet Republic and Hakkasan, among others.

1. Statement necklace — When else do you feel comfortable wearing gaudy jewelry to the pool? The answer for me is never, so I took full advantage of my bling poolside. / 2. Shades — These pineapple shades from ApparelCandy.com are perfect for poolside tanning. / 3. Wedges — A black and brown wedge is perfect because it’ll match everything you brought leaving more room in your carry on for bikinis, plus I’ll take wedges over heels any day. / 4. Spray sunscreen — Call me vain, but I don’t want to sacrifice my makeup (and fake tan.. shh) for oily sunscreen, so go with the aerosol kind to keep that contouring on point. / 5. Waterproof mascara — When the beat gets going, the pool starts splashing. Keep your lashes lookin’ fly even if they’re not dry. / 6. Bodycon dress — Tobi always has ridiculous deals going on. I ordered four new dresses for this trip and saved 50% since it was my first time. / 7. Bag with strap — You’ll need a strap on your purse to make sure you don’t leave it somewhere to get swiped. I love this starry one from ApparelCandy, and you can find lots of other affordable wholesale clothing and dresses here.

2. Pack wisely. Everyone says carry on, and a lot of times I’m all, “naaah, I just want to throw my shampoo in a bag and have someone else deal with it,” but this time I knew it would be a horrible idea. I had flight delays left and right due to runway construction (um, hi, how was this not foreseeable to the flight booking staff..?) and I arrived at 12:30am after all the ladies had already had time to arrive, unpack, pre-game and leave (scantily clad) for a nighttime pool party. Had I waited to grab my bag from baggage claim (or not done full hair and makeup before hopping on the plane, for that matter) I wouldn’t have made it. Since I carried on, I was able to party with the rest of them from the second we arrived–aka after I sprinted through the lobby, realized I still had my liquids in my purse, ran back up and sprinted down to the pool again.

Bring sexy clothes/shoes. You probably already know this, but the ladies go all out in Vegas. You won’t want to be flouncing around in sneakers when the rest of the club is rockin’ 6-inch heels (also you won’t be allowed in), and let’s just say there’s no is-this-dress-too-short? or is-this-bikini-too-small? — the answer is always “No.” On the other hand, don’t make the mistake I made, which was to not bring any sandals. While the other girls ran downstairs to buy McDonald’s at 6am in their flip flops, I trudged down in my (very comfortable under normal circumstances and very cumbersome after wearing actual heels for hours) wedges because I wanted room in my carry-on for more heels. I never wore one of the pairs, so narrow down your choices beforehand. Also, don’t forget pool coverups — otherwise you’ll be stuck wearing a giant baggy t-shirt over your bikini as you walk through the lobby (it happened to us multiple times and it’s not cute).

DON’T FORGET SUNSCREEN.

3. Don’t drink the tap water. But do drink filtered water. If I’d known, I would’ve brought my water bottle with a filter in it (I have several!), but I didn’t and I’m spoiled by drinking delicious water out of my own tap on a regular basis. My whole room made the mistake of refilling our bottles out of the tap. Let’s just say my entire room’s stomachs were destroyed for days. When you’re already dehydrating the crap out of your body with vodka and 110-degree heat every day, the last thing you need is to run to the bathroom every five minutes. I can’t find definitive research stating that it’s hazardous, and maybe we were a room full of sensitive Sallys, but it tastes like butt anyway so you’re not going to want to drink it. Be warned that water bottles are $5 there (and Pepto Bismol was $7 for the small pack..), so if money is an issue for you, stock up at a grocery store beforehand or bring a filter. Hydration is important, people. You can’t be too hungover to go on after day 1 of 5 (more tips on beating hangovers here — Vegas IV bags not included).

4. Yelp! I’m a huge advocate of Yelp. Most of this trip was planned out for me beforehand, but there was a certain foodie on the trip (my new hero) who went on personal missions each day (despite partying each night) to find incredible food, like this, this and this. I, however, too hungover to think straight, went to the buffet in MGM Grand without Yelping it first and was severely disappointed. There are some amazing buffets, so don’t let this happen to you! Filter by “most reviewed,” “highest rated,” “open now,” “distance,” and “price,” depending on what you’re going for. I do this daily in the SF Bay Area — nobody got time for bad food in a foodie city.

5. Bring good people and stick together. You may not know this, but sketchy stuff happens in Vegas sometimes. Don’t be stupid. Just by using the hashtag #Vegas I acquired many promoter IG followers who wanted to give some fly ladies free admission to clubs. That’s all fine and good, but if you’re going to trust a rando internet fool, at least don’t go by yourself. If you follow my advice for #1, this won’t be a problem because they hook you up, but also remember that you need to be with people you trust. These ladies had my back, so when one of us got out of control someone else was holding it down. Don’t put your drink down unattended, don’t go to a stranger’s room, don’t go gambling while the rest of your friends are sleeping and know that there’s a good chance your phone will get broken, stolen or waterlogged — insurance and cross-body bags are a great idea (we had three casualties among our 12 girls). Oh, and share your photos via WhatsApp. I had never used this app before this trip, but instead of all of us taking the same pictures (and upping the chances of killing all our phones) we took turns and shared them in the group chat as we went. #squadwin

Follow these tips and you’re bound to have a semi-successful and ridiculously fun time in Vegas.

Have you been? Did you survive? Tell me stories!

Bex’s Creative Cocktail: Time Turner

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There was a temporary hiatus, but fear not because Bex’s Creative Cocktails is back! Today she’s bringing you a light, slightly less-ragey-than-usual tequila drink and to make things even more awesome, she made a badass video for you to really get into the mood. I’ll let her tell you about.

You know, sometimes I don’t think Tequila gets enough love. Or maybe it’s too much. Not sure which way to look at it. But. I think, more often than we’d like to admit maybe, when we hear tequila…our mind remembers shots. And the shots that led to more shots. And then death that followed. It’s gotten such a reputation from the blurry memories at the questionable bars, the overly spirited Cinco de Mayo celebrations, the unexpected weeknight adventures, and dancing at those clubs you said you’d never go to. So, let’s take a moment and refresh. I want to take a brief sidebar, and bring in the love and life that tequila can also have—as an attempt to show that it can be a pillow, and not necessarily a headache. So here’s “Time Turner” the latest of Bex’s Creative Cocktails, as my (somewhat) classier and lighter approach to such venom. With my current Croatian pear liqueur obsession in hand, here’s my welcomingly sweet cocktail of pear and lavender with a cloud-like texture to lift you up. Simple. Tasty. And hopefully you’ll remember it in a good way.

· 2 ½ oz Tequila
· 1 oz Pear Liqueur
· ½ Simple Syrup
· 2 dashes Lavender Bitters
· 1 Egg White
· Angostura Bitters

 *Dry shake all ingredients (except Angostura Bitters) with egg white to get the froth, then add ice to chill and shake thoroughly to get the correct consistency. Fine strain into a coupe or martini glass. Pour Angostura Bitters into its cap or your jigger, and with a cocktail straw create a simple swirl design on top.

If you want to toss me a challenge or have a fun idea, follow me on Instagram (@bexaintwang) and post your thoughts! Also, check out my website (bwyant.com) for more thrilling things I do with my free time.

See more of Bex’s Creative Cocktails here.

Original recipe, photography and video all property of Becca Wyant.

Outside Lands 2015

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You guys. I went to Outside Lands this past weekend, and I know it’s now Wednesday but I’m still buzzing from being two rows away from Nate Ruess’s nose on Sunday. Like, WHAT? I’ve mentioned it a time or two, but I’m obsessed with that man. I was obsessed with him when he was the frontman of The Format, I was REALLY obsessed with him when I saw Fun. open for Motion City Soundtrack back in 2010 and I’m still ridiculously obsessed with him now that he’s touring it up solo style. HE’S SO WONDERFUL. Okay, I’m done. Here are the other bands I saw:
Friday:
First Aid Kit — Cutest little ladies straight out of the ’70s I’ve ever seen. The keyboard player looks just like Haley Dunphy from Modern Family. They were damn good, too.
St. Vincent — This band is so, so very badass. I already knew from watching their TV show performances that this was going to be good, but whoa. They look like straight up aliens up there doing all kinds of minimal, on-point choreography and they sounded incredible live.
Chet Faker — At this point, the crowd was huge and I was trying to find my friend (surprise: I never did) but I did get to enjoy this cover that I love oh so much. 
Mumford & Sons — Mumford jammed it out as expected. I love the songs I know and feel kind of “meh” about the ones I don’t, so it was a good time but it was no St. Vincent.
Saturday:
Hurray For the Riff Raff — There was a lot of political/social issue talk going on up there, which can be great in the right setting buuuut Outside Lands is not it, in my humble opinion. They were otherwise a fun bluegrassy kind of an act.
Misterwives — So much energy! I loved them live. The lead singer started doing legit pushups onstage in between jumping, dancing and singing like a champ. I’m definitely a bigger fan after this performance.
Langhorne Slim — These guys didn’t play my favorite song, but it’s okay. The lead singer ran out into the crowd and gave that girl in the fancy pants up there a huge hug. 
Laura Marling — Laura’s get up was probably the most interesting thing about her performance. She was wearing a full-on trench coat with a giant scarf. I mean, I guess it was overcast but I’m fairly certain that kind of coverage is never necessary in California. She also didn’t sing my favorite song by her. Basically we stuck around so we could see…
Angus & Julia Stone — I love these guys! I’m really into one particular album though, so it was a little strange to not hear each song on it in the order that I listen to it all the time. They’re a brother and sister duo and they’re chill. It’s kind of ironic that we drank vodka/Redbull while listening to the above three bands that are not high energy.
Billy Idol (kind of) — We were getting food while Billy was up there Mony Mony-ing on staged. Look at those pulled pork waffle fries though!
Tame Impala — These guys are trippy and awesome. I loved looking at the lights and weird graphics happening in the background. 
The Black Keys — They were pretty incredible. The Black Keys definitely exceeded my expectations. I danced my ass off.
Cold War Kids — We missed their actual set because we went to an after party where we thought they were performing. Turns out they were just DJing the club, but I got a high five with the singer, so it was still a win.
Sunday:
St. Paul and the Broken Bones — To be honest, I had no idea who these guys were but I needed to be up front for Nate, so we were all about it. I learned from my BFF back home that the frontman was originally going to be a Pentecostal preacher in Alabama and instead started this band. He had rhinestones on his shoes, he sweat through his suit and I loved him.
NATE RUESS — I took like 5 minutes of video and forced myself to put my phone away. It actually felt like he finished his set in 10 minutes. He played a Format song, he played two Fun. songs and rocked out with his two female bandmates (!!). I was standing next to a dude who was possibly an even bigger fan than I am, so we sang until our lungs gave out. It was wonderful.
Ryn Weaver — If you don’t know this chick, check her out. She was very entertaining and her voice is ridiculous. She’s sort of Florence + The Machine-ish.
Sam Smith — I wasn’t expecting to feel the feels I felt during this set. I was misty eyed the entire time and he just seemed so humble and happy to be up there. Such a great performer. I’m a way bigger fan now.
Elton John — Elton! I was pumped to hear some of the classics, but I’ll be honest: I’m not a huge Elton fan. I respect him and I will jam to “Crocodile Rock” any day of the week, but we left about halfway through to eat delicious food and see what the hype was about..
Axwell & Ingrosso — I’d never heard of these DJs, and some of the graphics/lights made me feel like I was having a bad acid trip but the energy was interesting. There’s something pretty unique about walking away from “Candle In The Wind” and finding yourself smack dab in the middle of screaming (arguably rolling) 20 year olds. We only stayed for about 20 minutes and went home so I could prepare myself for five days in Vegas..
What have I done?

Farm Fresh Summer Picnic

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I received this product as part of a social shopper marketing insight campaign with Weave Made Media® and Farm Fresh To You, but all my opinions are my own.

Everyone’s talking about fall already, guys. I love pumpkin spiced errythang as much as the next basic bitch, but we still have a solid month of summer left, and I don’t appreciate it. So I’m taking it back. I refuse to let what’s to come overshadow the now. Here we are, smack dab in the middle of sweet, sweet summertime, so why would we not celebrate the sunshine?

I went for it. I threw a last-minute, summer soiree at a park near my house and encouraged my amigos to swig on some Napa and Sonoma Valley wines while munching on seasonal, locally grown fruits and veggies from Farm Fresh to You. This box of organic goodness came with some basics like cherry tomatoes and the most delicious watermelon of my life, but it also came with funky looking zucchini squash and shishito peppers, neither of which I’d ever cooked with before and both of which were scrumptious.

I made sheep cheese stuffed shishito peppers, squash casserole, potato salad and black bean corn salsa from the veggies in the box. I also served sliced watermelon, chips, kettle corn (in cute little silver buckets that were a dollar each), pickles and crackers in addition to burgers and shrimp cocktail (not pictured).

The coolest thing about the Farm Fresh to You box (besides not having to navigate the terrifying farmers market to find locally grown deliciousness) was that it forced me to get creative. Sure, I’ve bought pre-made potato salad from the grocery store plenty of times but never once had I made it myself, and it turns out there are a lot of ways to go about it. Squash casserole is also not a thing I had ever attempted before, but I ate it for a week straight afterward and never got sick of it.

And of course I baked because, duh. So what if only two cupcakes were eaten and the ‘S’ melted off of the “Summer” cake 30 minutes into the picnic? #worthit

It was a success, and I highly recommend checking out this service–click here to see if they deliver to your area. You get to customize your box, so whether you’re looking to expand your culinary horizons or eat straight out of the box without having to cook or grocery shop, they’ve got you covered. 

Use the code ‘MACK3799‘ to get $15 off your first box. I’m definitely going to continue my subscription, so look out for many future omgmyCSAjustarrived Instagram photos and experimental recipes.

Happy summer, friends! Don’t let it get away.

Nourish Organic Review

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You guys might already know this about me, but I’ve got a thing for beauty products. I often talk about my obsession with music festivals, vegan pizza and sausage dogs around here, but my love of girly girl things only shows itself every now and then. My makeup routine usually looks like this, but believe it or not, I used to play with makeup for a living; so when Nourish Organic asked if I’d like to try out some all-natural, vegan products, I happily obliged. These products seemed legit because of their USDA-certified organic status, gorgeous packaging made from recycled-materials and cruelty-free facilities. These are all huge wins, but anyone who’s ever unsuccessfully tried to wear all-natural deodorant knows that doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll work for their intended purpose, am I right? Read on for my thoughts on each.
Almond Vanilla Body Wash: This stuff smells like baked goods and leaves your skin feeling clean, like soap clean. I was worried it might dry me out, but it didn’t and I somehow stopped myself from giving it a taste. 
Cucumber + Watercress Face Cleanser: This is exactly the kind of face wash I’ve been looking for lately. It’s gentle, free of chemicals, removes makeup and excess oil but doesn’t over dry, and it’s for the most part fragrance free.
Avocado + Argan Oil Eye Treatment:This stuff is my favorite. I love using it in the morning–sometimes not even the ‘ffeine can pry my puffy eyes all the way open. It calms down that finicky under-eye area by delivering avocado and argan oil with a cool, metal applicator. I like to put it on after washing, before lotion. 
Almond Vanilla Deodorant Cream: The deodorant was the real test, guys. I’ve seen such products fall flat and the moment you realize your deodorant is ineffective is not a good moment. I’ve tried this bad boy out a few times when I knew I could make a quick escape if need be, and I’m happy to report that I’d rely on it for trips farther than around the block. It kept me smelling fresh even after a 2-mile walk in 80-degree heat with the sausage dog. If you try this stuff, remember that less is more. I accidentally tried to smear on a couple cranks worth of cream and it crumbled all over the place. If you have portion control issues like I do, try the stick version.
Replenishing Argan Oil Balm: I’m all for simple application, so this argan oil balm was a hit for me. You twist it up like a glue stick and glide it all over. It says it’s for face and body; I’ve yet to try it on my face, but it felt lovely on my skin and was a fun alternative to more traditional lotions and oils.
Rosehip & Rosewater Body Oil Mist: This body mist makes me feel like a queen. Bow down, bitches. It’s time for my rosewater body oil shower. Really though, it’s great. I’ve tested out oil samples before and had no clue how to apply them. This spray bottle leaves no questions unanswered, the mist smells awesome and it’s the perfect dose of royalty after a hot shower (or bath if you queens happen to be #blessed with a functional drain stopper).
I’m super pumped about the quality of these products as a whole. They’ll definitely be in heavy rotation from here on out. I love knowing exactly what I’m putting on and in my body and I especially love knowing that no animals were harmed in the process.

Enjoy the dramz of this here selfie, and then check out the rest of the Nourish Organic products here.


Have you ever tried any of these products before? What did you think?

What I wore

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Dress: Target / Heels: Target / Necklace: Birthday Present!

Photos are strange and fascinating. They help us measure, feel, enjoy and savor life’s moments, but they’re just a flash. A slice of time, quick, definite, sometimes beautiful and often times deceiving. A few minutes after these photos were taken, the sky was black. The only light from a smoking fire and the glow of iPhone screens searching for service. The dress ditched in favor of a tie dyed t-shirt and cloth shorts, the heels kicked off long before that, and the piggyback ride across the street so sandy toes weren’t shoved back into platforms was never documented. It happened though. Maybe I’ll look back at these photos years from now and remember giggling through that piggyback ride, or maybe I’ll roll my eyes at how terrible my photo editing skills were or maybe I’ll sigh a nostalgic kind of sigh remembering how I used to live in this breath-taking place where a three-hour drive brought me to mountains and redwoods and azure water. I’ll think about how that flip at the back of my hair used to drive me nuts and how jumping in the sunset was one of my favorite pastimes. I’ll want to slap myself for thinking I was getting old back when I was just 26 and I’ll probably remember when and how these shoes came to their end (I’m betting on Vegas).

PS: Have you ever tried to wear heels on the beach? It’s not easy, but it is possible. Wanna know what isn’t possible? Wearing heels on rocks. That, my friends, is just dangerous. Not only did I get photo-bombed by a cop, but I also scuffed them up and almost broke my ankle about 13 times.

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Birthday Weekend!

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It’s official: I’m 26 years old.

To celebrate, I tried to pretend I was 21 by taking shots Friday night and they didn’t go over well that night, but they really didn’t go over well the next morning on the 3-hour drive to Tahoe. Luckily I wasn’t the only sad, sick, late-twenties-human in the car and the boy couldn’t even eat a hamburger when we stopped. It was a rough start to my 26th year, but we eventually made it to the lake and after promptly breaking the tent, we headed to the freezing cold lake to try to wash away the toxins.

Things started looking up from there. We ate s’mores by the fire and told ghost stories (we’re actually 12-year-olds), then woke up early sans hangover (thank Buddha) to hike around South Lake. We found a waterfall, so we immediately jumped the fence and climbed it. We found a snake, some funny looking birds that a lady told us were called chuckies and a billion adorable chipmunks before renting stand up paddleboards and putzing around the lake as the indecisive sky threw us sunshine, rain, thunder, wind and more sunshine. And of course I had to do a headstand for the camera.

Four more days ’til Outside Lands! Nine more days ’til Vegas!

Then it’s time to set some goals and chill TFO for a minute. We’ll see if that actually happens.

How was your weekend?

Photo Challenge Roundup + Links

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If you follow me over on the ‘gram, you might have noticed me throwing that #31photosinbetween around a lot. Many of you bloggers already know about Helene’s photo challenge, but about a week into July (aka a week after the challenge started) I decided to try. She gave semi-vague prompts for each day in July and told us to do with it what we would and include her hashtag. I surprised myself by getting really into it, and now I’m just sad to see it come to an end today (even if it is my birthday weekend). So since I’m obsessed with Instagram and the challenge ends today, I thought I’d show off some of my faves above–follow me here to see the rest. I know you’re just dying to see what I photo I chose to go out on.

I also collected some links for you to click on, just for funsies:

THIS article is everything I’ve thought and couldn’t articulate every time someone comments on my excessive use of the word “like.”

This sort of story gives me butterflies, but the burny kind. Maybe fireflies is a better expression. I love a good motivational/entrepreneurial/badass-ial success story, and as a chick who’s worked some grimy jobs in her day, I love it all the more.

This is NSFW, but it’s hilarious. Get ready for some serious mediation, guys.

This is for you if you need a little (or big) kick in the pants. I needed it and it’s stuck with me every day since reading it.

This can only be clicked if you’re okay with crying your eyeballs out. If you don’t shed a tear, you have no heart. Or you’re a cat person. Whatever, same thing.

THIS! Is it weird if I bake it for my own birthday..?

This made me chuckle and also want to cry because of the realness.

..which brings me to this gem.

And on that socially awkward note, I’m going to go celebrate my last Friday as a 25 year old.

Happy Friday!

On being pale

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Dress: c/o Zaful / Boots: Restricted / Hat: UO
My skin and I have been in a complicated relationship for years. 
As a wee little babe, I loathed it because for one, putting sunscreen on my face hurt like a mother and two, when I inevitably didn’t reapply because it stung even worse to put it on my sweaty/chlorine soaked face, it burned, blistered and peeled. My mom had to bribe me to put it on by telling me it was makeup (typical).
As I grew a bit, I learned to deal with the initial lotion sting and stopped getting as many burns, but then I had the kids at school connecting the dots all over my arms at recess. 
“How many freckles do you have?!” 
Then there was my sister laughing at me while I slathered the oily lotion all over myself as she baked herself into a bronze goddess (#rude). I’ll never forget that time I only applied sunscreen once before spending 12 hours in the Florida sun at Warped Tour in 8th grade– pretty sure that’s the maddest my mom has ever been at me. Oh, and the time I went to the beach for a weekend with my Cuban best friend’s family and they didn’t have any “sunscreen” over SPF 8, so a special trip had to be made.
High school was not only characterized by angry pimples and skin that soaked through oil blotting sheets, but also my coming to the realization that it wasn’t cool to be pale. Tan was sexy and I will never forget watching orange streaks appear on $500 prom dresses as my fellow students danced their spray tans off. As the cool kids spent hours in tanning beds and getting highlights in their hair, I tried to figure out how makeup worked (um hi Youtube, where were you?) and crossed my fingers that the humidity might be low enough for my so-dark-it’s-almost-black hair to stay straight for a whole day. 
But I also spent a lot of time wishing I looked different.
I wanted to look exotic, thin, sun-kissed. I wanted to see tan lines after spending a day at the pool, I didn’t want to be the only one reapplying sunscreen every hour, but mostly I wanted to fit in. I was scared to stand out by being okay with myself, and in some ways I still am.
Just last year I went to a party, in California mind you, where when my state of origin was tossed out I received, “Oh my god, I totally thought you’d be tanner.” 
I quickly retorted with, “Well, I thought you’d be less judgmental.”
But, of course, I didn’t actually. Not at all.
Instead I felt self-conscious. 
How dare I bare my skin in a bikini on an 88-degree day by the pool, be from Florida and have skin this pale?
I still want to be tan sometimes. Sure, certain colors might look better and certain imperfections less visible if I were a shade or four darker, but I’m not. I’m me. I’m fair-skinned. I’m freckled. I’m starting to get wrinkles around my eyes from smiling, laughing and perhaps getting burned one too many times. I still break out occasionally, luckily my skin doesn’t have quite the oil production that it used to and for the most part I take comments on my coloring with a grain of salt.
I may like the way I look better after I’ve been out in the sun, but lately it’s more of a reflection of where I’ve been and who I’ve become. If I’m floating on a river all day and I come back with a few extra freckles, I’m proud of them. I like the way my eyes look greener when I’m under the sun’s rays. And coming home from an outing without a wicked burn is cause for full-on celebration.
When you observe someone’s tan, maybe think about what you’re doing by commenting on it. Are you complimenting them? What if they desperately wish their skin was lighter? Is your friend with fair skin standing next to them feeling defeated because she’s never going to receive that “compliment” from you? Are you accidentally telling her to feel ashamed of her skin because it’s different from your other friend’s? 
Perhaps you could say she is beautiful instead.

Just something to think about.

If I don’t love my skin now, how am I supposed to love it as it grows, expands, experiences life and changes over the years?

Self love FTW! Happy Wednesday.

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