Jeans are like a second skin, to me.
Just like how rice and beans are what my bones are made of. How I haven't stopped talking since I learned how to say my first word - right, mom? Or how I can't ever seem to contain my curls, my second-guessing, or my hopelessly romantic idea of life. I could never really shake the thought of there being so much more to go after, to find, grow into, or become. Sometimes, like recently, it feels impossible to hang onto the right perspective. To let go of the what if's and really embrace what's now. To remember that we're limitless and that
a few life-lemons never hurt
will always do spiked-lemonade some justice.
Maybe it's not up to us what we're confronted with or when.
But, some things we'll always just know by heart.
Like how your favorite jeans,
will never fail you. How
good it will always feel to say what you mean, even if you say a little
too much. Or how when you finally stop trying to fight the frizz, your hair just seems to fall right
A little like life,
Photos by Cheralee