And like every other stereotypical new year new me chant, I happen to have fallen victim to what’s considered the most distasteful slogan of our time. Perhaps on the basis of a much unrelated context but then again I’m pretty certain the majority would argue that the odds are quite similar.
As is custom by now, the profound vacuum in my chest having spent close to a century (or at least it seems so) from your audience makes me wanna broadcast just how much I’ve missed you! No seriously it doesn’t get any more pretentious than this unless of course you follow Dj Khaled on Snapchat then let’s just say my 1% vanity inspired catalogs and humdrum salad selfies are null.
Growing up in a world where stereotypes and chestnut phrases define us, I always felt vulnerable and self conscious about my appearance and which category I fell into. Mostly because at the back of my mind I knew that one day my reality would revolve around metal bars gripping tightly to my cheeks and the smile on my face wasn’t necessarily by choice.
I’m obsessive over a few things; sunglasses, tea, ice cream, purple lippie, good books and coconut oil!
When it comes to picking favorites I can almost guarantee you the triviality in perfection is almost acute. I’d like to sit here and reminisce on the night I drove 50km for a bottle of coconut oil and how my soul danced to Love and other Grum but my doctorate in illustration should come in handy. Here are 7 tips for using coconut and why your life will never be the same again.