On July the 9th of 2014, I officially became an old a$$ bitch. Ok, 22 is not technically “old” but it’s the first birthday in my entire life where the act of becoming a new, older age did not excite me. Last year it felt exquisite to turn 21 and finally be able to become legally intoxicated, something I had been doing illegally for a few years or so… WOOPS. And prior to my 21st, I have always wanted to be older. Like when I was 16 with a summer birthday anxiously awaiting my 17th birthday so I could finally become a licensed driver. Or even when I was 12 and I just wanted to be a “teenager.” Now I have had my license for what seems like forever (even though you wouldn’t know it by my driving) and have been out of my teens for years. THAT SHIT CRAY. Anyways, this birthday made me feel as though I would love to go back to being 17. But then I thought about my 17 year old self and the person that I am today and I realized that that is the last thing I would ever want. Myself today versus at 17 is stronger, smarter, healthier, more focused (usually) , more responsible (also usually) and way more secure. Today I have an amazing group of friends and I am a better friend to my friends. I have removed the idea of settling in every aspect of my life with the desire and courage to go after what I want and turn my dreams into my BREE-ALITY. Sure I’m still single as fuck like I was back at 17 but my self improvement and self discovery that I have done since being 17 has been way more beneficial than a relationship would have been. Over the past few years I have taken the time to fall in love with life and fall in love with myself, and I don’t mean that in a Kimye narcissistic-as-fuck kind of way. At 17 I didn’t appreciate things as much as I do now and my priorities were different. Now I am much more positive and less focused on stupid shit that doesn’t really matter, and I love myself for that. With that mindset, I have learned to let go of the negativity that surrounded me and in return such positive things and people have replaced that space and I am so thankful for that. So after I did all of this self reflecting I obviously went strait to the bottle to start celebrating my “breeday” with my favorite bitches and ended the night not at 1 oak as planned but drunk in love with grilled cheese and french fries at the diner, which makes me seem like the biggest hypocrite in the world after expressing about how good of a person I have become. I’m still a degenerate at heart but I have also learned to embrace my flaws… Before I get to fashion I want to end this post with thanking everyone in my life who makes me feel special. And to anyone with a negative nancy attitude towards life or aging or anything really, take some time to yourself and get to know yourself. Learn what makes you happy and surround yourself with people that genuinely want the best for you. Appreciate the positive that surrounds you because that is what will attract even more positivity into your life. And finally, stop sweating the small stuff because life, like my height, is so short that every minute should be celebrated. If I wasn’t such a health nut I would most definitely wake up every morning and drink a glass of champagne in honor of life. Would that make me an alcoholic ? IDK but cheers to 22. My life is only getting better and I am excited to age because at this rate, with aging will come amazingness (but hopefully not wrinkles ugh) …
Here’s a look at my 22nd “breeday”
I am obviously obsessed with Rachel Zoe and so it was only necessary to have my birthday hair did at her blow dry salon, Dream Dry.
I used a photo of my girl LC as the makeup inspiration for my birthday face.
The results! I had my makeup did at Sephora in the Meatpacking District on 13th st and 9th ave. I was super happy with the outcome, I felt so glam!
Me and my bitches looking fab as fuck! From the left; Alicia, myself and Marissa outside of my apartment in the West Village hours before my birthday. I had to celebrate aging in style, here is what I rocked: Dress: bohemian BONES from revolve. Shoes: Chinese Laundry. Bag: Tylie Malibu.
After a fabulous girls night out, I spent my birthday with my mom and sister in Soho. My birthday suit included a top and shorts from Free People and an arm full of Breedazzled bracelets + lots n lots of gold bangles.
Another little something to remember as you get older…. XX b