Gossip.

Gossiping. Its bad right? I mean, our parents have told us not to gossip, the bible tells us not to gossip, and yet the world still gossips. And we don't even know we are doing it half the time. So question, if one of my dear friends has something hard going on in her life, and I tell another friend, am I gossiping? Or am I concerned? If a girl at school says something mean to me and I tell someone else what she said, am I gossiping? Or am I just pissed off? Maybe we are subconsciously caring for others and for ourselves when we gossip. Maybe, deep down the world is actually good.

Mirrors.

   You can be having the best day in the world and then it can all come to a screeching halt. I think everyone can experience that once and a while, which comforts me, because it happened to me on Tuesday. A beautiful day, and of course I was exhausted. I had a project due and a test to take, so I was up until around 2:00 the night before.  I could hardy keep my eyes open. She told me to go to his office while I was in choir, minding my own businesses singing.
   While walking down the hall way I knew something bad was happening. It was just a feeling I had in the bottom of my stomach, kind of like the feeling you get when you know you hate your outfit but your late and have to leave the house feeling uncomfortable. However, my feeling was 10 times worse. I walked into his office with a smile on my face, a fake smile, trying to hide my exhaustion. Two  of my advisers from a club I am apart of were sitting in the plush chairs.
   The next thing I knew my heart was out of my body, crushed, and thrown in the garbage can. I couldn't breath, and of course I was balling. Someone had complained about me. Someone told them I was a judgmental bitch who made fun of people's clothing. If you have met me, or read my blog, you would know I'm not like that. I'm against that! I want people to be themselves! Its what my future career is based on!
   After an hour of tears, I thought to my self, why do I care? I know who I am, I know I am not judgmental at all.  Its like a serios of mirrors. A mirror at a shopping center looks completely different from a mirror at home. They make your face look wider, your hips look bigger, and your skin look grey. But you normally buy whatever it is you tried on, because you know your body, you know it will look better outside of the store. Those kinds of mirrors are how other people reflect you. Your mirror is how you reflect yourself. So why do we care about the other mirrors? We shouldn't. Be yourself, know yourself, and use your own  mirror. ☀

FINALLY!

    Yes, the question I heard thousands of times last Saturday night, I made it. I did it! I made this dress with my own two hands. Publishing this post just may be that most satisfying thing I have done in my life. Here's to one of many creations, and here's to my dreams. For right now, they feel like they just might come true.

Obligations...

   Obligations. We all have them, and yes, sometimes they are a hassle. Obligations include driving, work, children, parents, and school. Obligations can be good for you, but one of the hardest struggles in life is deciding which obligations truly make you happy, and which ones you just feel obligated to do.
   Today, going to school felt like one of those obligations that didn't make me happy at all. But then I got thinking, how many parts of my day really make me happy? And which parts could I cut out to make my life easier?
   Then, the scariest thought came to my mind. What if our relationships turn into obligations that don't make us happy, and just hurt us? When men buy you jewelry, call, or text you, are they doing it because they want to, or because they have to? Do us women feel obligated to our men, or do they truly make us happy? Its a lot like a pair of heels; we say they don't hurt our feet, and that they are "the most comfortable shoes we own," but do we really just feel obligated to wear them because they look great with our outfit?

STYLE.

The best thing about a knew day is getting to wear a knew outfit. Everyday is a chance to be fun, to be different, to be stylish. Some days I choose the chic look, other days quirky. Maybe I will decide to look exactly like Carrie Bradshaw or I might dress in sporty -spice -comfy -cute wear. I don't have to stick one style, no one does! As long as your being yourself, and having a good time, there are no rules (according to future fashion guru Bex) about style. Style is not fashion, which can fade. Style is eternal. Style is internal. Style is beauty. Bee Stylish.  Bee you.