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A soft, unexpected mess

Sometimes I have my life together and everything completely figured out but more often than not, I’m a complete mess, in the process of recreating myself. I get so caught up in the routine of every day life —I will seriously slap anyone who mentions deadlines or bills to me one more time— that I actually forget to live. Too often I find myself living inside my own head, trying to figure out my goals & ambitions & my life’s purpose and how I will plan the next 15 years of my life. It feels like a massive race to...

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Paint it black

I spent a long time contemplating whether I wanted to share the story behind these many fractured words that inspired the tattoo I got at the end of December. Because in short: it is not a pretty story. I got the idea for this tattoo about two years ago, but wanted to wait for the right time to have it painted on my body. I wanted something to look at every day to remind myself how far I’ve come, and how much shit I’ve actually been through. To remind myself that I’m still alive, that I’m still breathing and that...

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23 today

And just like that, my life has flipped another page in its book. The 23rd chapter in a tumultuous, yet joyful life I’m happy to call my own. I spent weeks thinking about what to write on yet another life year passed. I thought about writing something specific, words thematic to turning 23 but the task, like my birthday itself, felt overwhelming. Too much pressure to share something insightful. I usually absolutely love celebrating my birthday (hello balloons, birthday tiara & too much birthday cakes), so I felt conflicted that the joy this year seemed rather low on the birthday-excitedness-scale....

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I’m a lipstick addict & I ain’t even ashamed: a short story

I can’t deny it any longer.Hello. I’m Christine, and I’m a lipstick addict.You see, lipstick doesn’t ask questions. Lipstick understands. I kid of course, it’s not that serious … Yet. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a profound love affair with lipstick. Dating back to my Barbie doll-days, when 8y old me would wear the brightest pink children’s lipstick, to my teenage years when stealing my mother’s lipstick (I confess, I do know where all your lipsticks went mom, and no you didn’t lose them), all the way to my adult life owning about a full MAC...

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It’s the birthday countdown

It’s that time of year again. And no, I’m not talking about Christmas. It’s, by the way, a terrible invention that all the Christmas galore starts before the biggest event of the year, being my birthday of course. Someone should put a stop to this. Seriously, quit all your Christmas prepping and for a minute focus on the fact that this gal’s birthday rolls around in exactly one month (everyone: mark the 25th November in your calendars)...

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