Tag: Hand-Me-Down

The Lifelong Search for Joy (Not Happiness)

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For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.

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Let The Diva Die

Maker:L,Date:2017-9-22,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

I hate to say this, but I can be a diva sometimes, especially when it comes to clothes. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a perfectionist and like things “just so”. Therefore, when an outfit, hairstyle, or photoshoot doesn’t turn out exactly how I had it in my head, I can become pretty upset. Are you ever like that? Continue reading “Let The Diva Die”

My Complicated Relationship with Hand-Me-Downs

Maker:L,Date:2017-9-22,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-Y

Let’s talk about hand-me-downs…Do you have older siblings? Or older friends that used to give you their used clothes? I have two older brothers, and growing up, it seemed like I never got any girl clothing items of my own. Instead, I always received “gifts” that consisted of old gross boy items. Obviously I did have some girl clothes, but it sure didn’t feel like it…and I loved being dramatic about how much I hated hand-me-downs. Sound familiar? Continue reading “My Complicated Relationship with Hand-Me-Downs”