Sometimes, I sit here and no words come to me at all.
Other times, I sit here, betrothed to keeping it one-hundred, the words are there, but I'm too afraid to let them out. So, we go within. We hold back. We don't say what we feel, because we are afraid.
If you're anything like I am, you're probably a twenty-something (emphasis on the something, these days), trying to figure out what the hell it is that you are actually doing in this lifetime. Chronically overspending on rent, paying off student loans, all the booze, all the food, all the clothes and experiences that you can cram into a busy, city-dwelling life. I'd say, most of the time, it's worth it to splurge on what makes you feel really good. And, I'm not just talking about buying the damn shoes, or taking a last minute trip across the country (oops, did I do that?). I mean, living with
no fucks conviction,
Recently, I've really been feeling the change. As if navigating your mid-twenties in New York City, isn't enough of a test, sometimes life throws you...a few lemons. Well, this bitch, will take all your damn lemons, add a little mint, a whole lot of gin and turn them into Lemon-Wine spritzers. Yet, with all the brazen I was born with, this very same girl who can take a lemon or two without batting a lash, can still feel a little melancholy, a little 'in the seams'. So herein, my open letter of love to you, whoever you are, wherever you are, reading this.
Keep your heart open. Even when something or someone makes you want to keep it caged.
If you don't take a chance, you don't have one. Right?
And, that's all I have to say - for now - about that.
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Photographed by Spencer Kohn
Makeup by Eric Vosburg