What it means to me to be a woman & how you can give back

I love women and being a woman.

Understanding feminism and what it means to be a woman has significantly altered and progressed throughout my life.

I started as a young girl in a world where it was “unattractive” to be a feminist – it was something men didn’t like in a woman and therefore something I didn’t want to be.

I started as a passive young girl who always followed the rules of men in her life and let their opinions be her defining source of self worth. A world where “Mean Girls” was the anthem – take down the girl who is different than you, especially if it gets you the guy.

This isn’t an attack on men. This is reflecting on the social stereotypes that have filled my child to adult hood. It took years upon years to grow the courage to turn my back against the people who I endlessly loved because their worth in women reflected in their painful disrespect towards me. Years, to break free from a mold where those actions became a reflection of my own personal self worth. It took me jumping into the world on my own and becoming independent to realize what I was worth, what women as a whole are worth, and what it truly means to be a woman – an equal member of society. It took a lot of self reflection, exploration, and understanding to realize what being a woman in America means. So all I can say to you is break free from your mold, explore, gain experiences and learn about new cultures to find what it means to you to be the woman that you are. Educate – you may not be able to change those who can’t understand, but your voice will be heard. And don’t ever forget that women all over the world outside of our bubble are still being devalued, disrespected and dismembered. Being a woman is a much larger responsibility and much more powerful title than you could ever imagine.



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Time is mocking me.
It’s looking down on me, laughing
Grinning in his power to race through happiness
And slow churn the burns of sorrow.
I pray to you every night, Time
Please erase him from me.

-I didn’t know his burns would scar


OOTD: Tenth Street…

Hat: Tenth Street Hats | Jacket: H&M [ 1/2 ] | Sweater: Zara | Jeans: Missguided | Booties: Aldo


Okay, it’s true – fisherman caps are my new obsession. I’ve always been known as “The Hat Girl”. Since I was a baby I’ve been wearing hats of all sorts, so when I saw this chic cap from Tenth Street Hats I had to have it. The same goes with this cozy teddy bear jacket I scored for 50% off at H&M (who needs a purse when your pockets are this big!?). All about dem steals!

i am not broken

I found home in myself.
And when I did that, nothing else mattered. My pains ached a little less. My walls deteriorated. My heart had seeded flowers.
I found home in myself.
And when I did that, everything else mattered. My pains were not sadness and anger, they were growth. My vulnerability was a blessing. My heart did not fear blooming.


needing comfort is called being human

i am strong
but that does not mean
i do not crumble
and when i crumble
my ears
ache for your voice
my skin
shivers for your touch
but that does not mean
i am weak.

-comfort is a part of being human


image via tumblr


When someone starts to go out of their way to make your life easier (especially when your life is pretty complicated and exhausting) it does, in result, make your life much easier. But in exchange, it adds difficulty to theirs.

And I know, those who give should not expect in return.
And I know, those who go out of their way to help someone are doing it out of their own will.

But it must, at some point, become damaging to the person and/or the relationship as a whole.

And I know, that the taker can give back in return in other ways, but what if it doesn’t compare?
What if it isn’t enough?
What is it isn’t as often?

Is this what leads us to expectations and standards? And when they stops expending, is this what leads us to feel unloved and conclusively lead to downfall?

I Found Peace.

I found peace in the crisp Autumn air
in the birds chirping over there
in the sun melting into my skin
in the small tingle of the wind.

I found peace in your stare
in knowing that you were there
in your efflorescent laugh when it’s tangled with mine
in the way that your fingertips fall down my spine.

I found peace in you
like I found peace in mother nature
in everything that’s true.

That’s a gift that no one could have given to me
but you.


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