I just took my first bellydancing class. Actually, let me re-write that statement. It needs exclamation points to properly exude my current emotional state. I just took my first bellydancing class!! Two exclamations for good luck and emphasis (I like my things in even numbers). It was perhaps one ... Read More
#FattieNotAFoodie: The Avocado Booty Call
"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." . . . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More
7:02 AM, Post-Pilates
I adore cosmetics. Ironically enough, however, I've been in an anti-makeup phase as of late (then again, as much as I adore a red lip or smoky eye, those are reserved specifically and exclusively for nights out). C'est la vie; I can be quite fickle with trivial things. But for the public's ... Read More