150 bags.

•June 12, 2015 • Leave a Comment

This week, Ethan & I finished off a box of 150 trash bags. If you know me at all, you know how disgustingly sentimental I can be. Marriage has, if at all possible, made me even more sentimental than ever before.

Shortly after Ethan & I arrived at our new home upon returning from our honeymoon, we made a big Walmart trip to retrieve various home necessities. Among our purchases was a box of 150 trash bags. I remember thinking, “Wow, it’ll take us forever to use 150 trash bags.” I also remember thinking about how “good at marriage” we would be by the time that box was empty.

Well, folks, we are just over 7 months into this whole marriage thing & I’m here to tell you that we aren’t any better at it that we were on day one.

It was silly of me to even think that one day we would be “good” at marriage, because I’m not really sure that anyone ever masters the art of marriage. Being newly married is a wonderful thing, but a thing that comes with a lot of lessons to be learned by both man & wife.

Sometimes marriage is hard. I never realized what a selfish human I can be until marriage. Sharing a bed & a sleep schedule with another human is not always ideal. Trying to agree on paint colors & if the swirly iron tree that I picked out specifically to go in a certain place looks good on this wall or that one is not always fun. Arguing over who has to get out of bed to let the dog out really shows a different side of both of us that you would never know existed.

More importantly than the hard, messy side of marriage though, this has been nothing short of a sweet, sweet blessing. Forming a new family with the person you love is one of the coolest, most fulfilling & joyous things I have ever been a part of. This marriage has forced me to grow & change in ways that I didn’t want to countless times. But as challenging as it can be & has been, it is so far beyond worth it. Marriage is honestly the most fun I have had in my life so far.

Right now we have tons of friends getting engaged & married – it is wonderful & I absolutely love it. I get so excited to talk to my friends about how awesome marriage is. In my opinion (hopefully Ethan would agree) marriage has been the most fun I’ve had during the 6 years of this relationship. I get to live with my best friend, you guys, how cool is that?

My cheesy, sentimental self has found every tiny thing about this marriage so special. Grocery shopping is more fun. Doing the dishes together makes it less terrible. Snuggling & doing nothing on a weekend is the coolest thing ever. Taking the pup to the park is a blast.

Time won’t make us “better” at marriage. I mean, we’re already hella good at it anyway. Kidding. Sorta. But really, I look forward to the day when we go through our next 150 trash bags & I can see how far we’ve come from where we are now.

peace & blessings,



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Graduation … Or lack thereof

•May 10, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I’ve dreaded this day (or just this time in general) for a while now. Though I’m incredibly proud of all of my pals for graduating from college this year, I can’t help but feel a little like a loser because, unlike most of my peers, I’ll consider myself lucky if I can graduate next year, a whole year late.

So maybe I’ve taken the less traditional route. But while I’ve spent a lot of time lately feeling down on myself for not getting my degree done in four years like most of my peers, I’m really thankful for the path I’ve taken. Three colleges and a semester off is not how I dreamed my college career would look but I honestly don’t think I’d change it if I had the chance.

I would definitely not exchange the friends I’ve made, the lessons I’ve learned, and the experiences I’ve had during this time for a diploma in my hand today.

That being said, I couldn’t be more proud of all of my pals who have graduated this year & are embarking on exciting careers & fulfilling their dreams. I look forward to joining you guys on the post grad side of life – I’ll get there one of these days.



Five Years & Many Memories

•March 7, 2014 • Leave a Comment

So I’ve been neglecting my blog for far too many weeks now – life happens. But alas, friends, I have returned to the blogosphere for this momentous occasion. What might that be? The five year anniversary of my relationship with my now fiancé, Ethan. Sucker for love stories? Hope so cuz this one is probably going to surmount all expectations you currently have.

It was about this time five years ago when Ethan and I were sitting outside of my parents Germantown home chatting before he was to leave. I mean quite literally that it was this time five years ago, because we sat outside at his car until the wee hours of the morning, a ritual of ours that occurred far too often to his parents dismay. Let’s first rewind to the days prior.

Ethan and I had been “talking” as it is often called for several months when one night, a very nervous young Ethan decided it was time to have the “what are we?” talk. The Ethan you all know and love today is much different than the Ethan I’m describing now. High school Ethan was one of the shyest humans I’ve ever come into contact with – and it was totally adorable and sweet. This night, he was more nervous than I had ever seen him and I found out why when I walked him out to his car that evening.

It honestly was the cutest thing in the world, watching him shuffle his feet so nervously. Our conversation was like something out of an awkward middle school scene in a movie… And it went down something like this.

E: So… I think you know by now … That I like you. Right?
Me: Yes. *grinning*
E: Okay. And … You … I mean I think you … You like me too … Right?
Me: *grinning more* Yes.
E: Okay so I guess I was just wondering … You know … *shuffling feet* … Well if we like each other than we should just …
Me: ….yes?
E: You know what I’m trying to say, right?
Me: Yes, I know what you’re trying to say.
E: So … what’s your answer?
Me: You haven’t really given me a question to answer…

I don’t exactly remember where the conversation left off for the night, but there were definitely loose ends. I didn’t want to make it easy on him, you know, I wanted him to work for it, but he was too nervous to continue that night, and he actually ended up getting in his car and going home. I couldn’t help but be a little tickled. I wasn’t just going to hand it to him though.

He came over the next night and when it was time for him to go home, I walked him out to his car like usual. We picked up where we left off.

E: Okay. So we definitely like each other. So we should do something about it, right?
Me: Yeah, I suppose we should.
[We discussed the fact that I knew what he was referring to and I told him that I wasn’t going to make this easy on him and that he would have to ask me a question if he wanted an answer. Frustrated, and still obviously nervous, Ethan got back into his car, and went home (girlfriendless) once again.]

Finally, the next night when it was time for me to walk him out, we got outside & he took a breath and just simply said, “Sara Ann, will you be my girlfriend?” Obviously I obliged and here we are, five years later and engaged.

There are so many things I could say about Ethan and our relationship. I would be typing and you would be reading for hours if I tried to put into words what a blessing this relationship has been in my life over the past five years. So I’ll try to keep it short(ish).

Ethan and I have seen the best of our days and the worst of our days together. He has put up with so much of my crap, sometimes I just look at him and wonder how he’s done it – and sometimes I think the same about myself, too ;). But I think the coolest thing is that Ethan and I have been through several different big phases of life together. We’ve literally grown and matured together. Being able to look back at all the years we’ve seen together and all the memories we’ve made is something that I will always treasure.

I can remember laying on my bed in high school, seventeen years old, thinking how excited I was to marry Ethan one day. I thought I could never love him more than I did then. Boy, was I wrong.

I remember celebrating silly “monthaversaries” and thinking we had been together for soooo long. I remember long text and phone conversations that got him in trouble with his parents. I remember the first time he kissed me (a whole month AFTER we started dating) and how I felt like I was in a stinking fairy tale. I remember doing homework together at my parents kitchen table. I remember the first time I went over and met his family. I remember high school dances, and how he hung a sign in the hallway of my high school asking me to Prom in front of everyone. I remember when we went separate ways for college, thinking the world was going to end because we wouldn’t see each other every day. I remember trips to the lake together. I remember visits to each other’s colleges and tear-filled goodbyes. I remember random snow days, hanging out with roommates, doing nothing and having a blast. I remember fights we’ve had and the unfortunate week we spent broken up (it was my fault … both times). I remember Ethan leaving his family on Christmas Day to come to Jonesboro when my puppy, Gracie passed. I remember getting all of our tattoos together. I remember moving to Jonesboro and thinking how this is where we’ll live together and start a family after we’re married. I remember all of the little things and memories that got us where we are now. It’s so sweet to be able to look back on all of these memories to see where we’ve been and how fair we’ve come.

I’m so thankful to God for putting Ethan into my life. We have taught each other so much and what a blessing this relationship had been to us both. I can’t imagine these past few years without him – and I don’t want to. All of my best memories and happiest moments include Ethan and I know we will continue to collect these memories for many years to come.

Today, we’re celebrating our fifth and final dating anniversary. Coolest and weirdest thing I’ve ever said! This time next year, we will be MARRIED. And I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to anything more than this. What’s cooler than getting to marry your best friend? Nothing. Only 232 days … Not that I’m counting down or anything.

Hope I didn’t make you wanna throw up with all my sappiness…but I really don’t care if I did :)



•January 21, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Yesterday was a big day for me. After taking a semester off this fall, I became a student again. But something more important than me realizing that I’m a student again happened yesterday. Yesterday I realized, or perhaps remembered, my dreams.

I’ve never liked school. I’ve always been bored and unfocused, due in part to my near chronic ADD. It wasn’t until I realized what I wanted to study – and eventually do – that I actually started enjoying school. I know that this is normal – obviously studying things you like is more enticing than studying things you don’t like – but it was just really interesting to me what a change it made. It was interesting because when I started enjoying school and what I was reading and studying, I started dreaming more. Now, I do less day dreaming about what’s for dinner or how gravity works (seriously though…it’s nuts isn’t it?!) and I do more dreaming about how I can make an impact on the world or even just my community.

In my reading last night (“Sociology and the Study of Social Problems” by Anna Leon-Guerro) I came across this quote by a Gary Fine. He says, “Those who care about social problems are obligated to use their best knowledge to increase the store of freedom, justice, and equality.” It really struck me. As I thought about it, I thought also about how reluctant I was to go back to school. Taking a semester off may have been the best decisions I’ve made during my college career and I really was not ready to give up my copious amounts of freedom. But inevitably, I knew that in order to do what I wanted to do, what I’ve been dreaming of doing, I would have to go back to school.

What I had forgotten during my semester off is that I do truly enjoy studying social work. I love reading my books about social problems and sociology and how our world works (most of the time, at least). I also really enjoy that most of my peers, have similar dreams as me, and some of them are almostas passionate as I am! I think I missed that aspect of being in school more than I knew until yesterday. I know we all have dreams and aspirations, but I think the social workers of the world in particular have more passion and dreams than they know what to do with. It’s really cool and inspiring to be surrounded by people who share this with me.

Anyway, after reading that quote by Gary Fine, I just thought for a while about how I shouldn’t see this as “having” to go back to school. First of all, this education is not only such a blessing but an opportunity that not everyone has the means to get. Second, I don’t actually have to do it. It’s a stepping stone to get to where I want to go, but I wantnot get there, I dream about getting there, but I don’t have to get there. Third, he’s totally right. I have access to a great education – a chance to learn a lot. I do feel obligated to use my knowledge and you know what, I can’t wait to do it! Which is why I will say what I never ever thought I would say … I am so glad to be back in school. There. I said it. Enter parade of band and cheerleaders celebrating these words.

I’m so excited to be learning and dreaming again. I have so many plans and ideas that I feel like I could burst at the seams – and it’s the coolest thing ever. I love dreaming. I think we should all have dreams. Everyone has something they’re passionate about – something that I think is really awesome. If we all had dreams of how we could use our passions to make the world a better place maybe one day they would come true. So let’s all dream big, how bout that? I’d like to see this world be changed.

Many blessings,

Oh, P.S. My first day back was good, I didn’t have to ask for directions AND I didn’t get lost and I only embarrassed myself once!

P.P.S. Pro tip: If your interesting fact on the first day is that you have 14 piercings, your teacher WILL assume that most of them are … *ahem* hidden by clothing and you WILL be mortified and your face WILL turn bright red… Just so you know. ;-)

P.P.P.S. If you don’t already know, all of my piercings are on my ears and face, I SWEAR.

Okay, bye now.

Resolutions, Part 2

•January 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

We’re nearly half way through January and I’m still thinking about resolutions to make for the new year. While thinking about resolutions I have I realized that a lot of times, we confuse goals with resolutions. For me, a resolution is a long term change that I need to make while a goal can just be one simple task. Although now that I’m writing this I guess they are pretty interchangeable. Anyway, that being said, this is my 2014 goals and resolutions post.

Here’s a fun list of a some things (in no particular order) I would really like to do this year.

2014 goals:
Replace caffeine source from soda to tea
Get out of the house and go exploring
Spend more time in nature
Go hiking/climb a mountain
Find out if Arkansas actually HAS mountains
(Go back to school and) make good grades
Maybe start by studying geography (LOL, kidding)
Get another piercing
Or two
Get another tattoo
Or two
Blog more
Get in shape
Stay in shape
Run a marathon
Or at least another half marathon
Go a month without wearing makeup
Spend less time on my phone
Leave the house without my phone
Try vegetarianism again
Do more things for other people
Go to an amusement park
Learn to knit or crochet
Learn to cook
Start a cookbook collection
Buy a meal for a homeless person
Pay for a strangers coffee
Grow my hair out to my butt
Visit two new states just for fun
Read the Harry Potter series five times
Accomplish all of these and more

Now, on to the resolutions. These resolutions are again in no particular order. I just thought numbering backwards would give a little dramatic effect.

In 2014 I will:
3. Be uncommon. I don’t mean “unique.” I’m already unique; we’re all unique. In November, I went to a banquet honoring the graduates of the Memphis Center for Urban Theological Studies, where my mom works doing social media and all her other techy, geniusy stuff. A man named Stacy Spencer talked about how we’ve blurred the lines between holy and common. He talked about how God calls the common to do uncommon tasks. I’ve been living as one of the common. I want to be uncommon. Not in the sense that I have this one pair of shoes that no one else has, but maybe in the sense that I have the attitude that no one else has. Uncommon people are servants. Uncommon people love unconditionally, all the time. Uncommon people are gracious and humble, unbreakably courageous and fiercely kind. I want to be uncommon.

2. Stop using makeup to cover up imperfections (and only use it to enhance existing features). News flash: I have zits. Some times I have a lot of them. And sometimes I let them make me feel ugly. Double news flash: no one’s skin is perfect. This year, I want to stop being embarrassed by a little zit on my face because really … who cares?! Why are we so concerned about having a perfect, zit free face anyway? Am I so common that I really think that’s what matters? This has to stop. I need to start believing that I’m beautiful no matter my complexion. And so do you.

1. Leave the past in the past. My favorite professor, Mr. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, once said, “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.” I’ve spent too much time dwelling on things that I can’t change. I’ve beat myself up over things that could have gone differently and what I should or should not have said. I’ve spent so much time worrying about things, that I have been forgetting about the present time. What a waste! I’m angry at myself for wasting all of that valuable time. This year, I’m moving on and I’m leaving the “what ifs” in 2013. I’m going to live in the present.

If I could have half the success in accomplishing these resolutions as I did with my 2013 resolution, I would not only be a better person, but I would be a happier person. So here goes nothin’ I guess. These resolutions could change me as a person a whole lot. These things aren’t something I can check off in one day, but things that will take persistence and strength. I hope that on January 1, 2015, I’m looking back on this year, reflecting on the changes I’ve made and proud of how far I’ve come in just one year.

Happy (belated) New Year!

Many blessings,

Resolutions, Part 1

•January 5, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Over the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about New Years resolutions. This time last year, I made my first real resolution. By that I mean my first resolution that didn’t have to do with being better friends with my stuffed animals or being nicer to my big sister like they did when I was 8 years old (LOL yeah I know, right?!). So I guess it’s time to (good thing being punctual wasn’t my resolution) reflect on 2013.

My first ever resolution was simple: to be myself – always. As I said in my last post, this time last year my life was totally different. I was very active in my sorority and all of my friends were too. But I think this needs a bit of background info before I move forward.

When I transferred to Memphis after my freshman year, I went throughout sorority recruitment to meet people. At first I had almost no intention of actually “pledging” a sorority, but I thought that it was the easiest way to meet a bunch of girls my age all at once. I ended up falling in love with the girls in Kappa Delta and cried my way through the preference ceremony and bid day out of sheer excitement and happiness. The funny thing is that in high school, all of my gal pals couldn’t wait to go to college and join a sorority and I was totally uninterested in that. In fact, I think that most of my friends were a little shocked and confused that I did go through sorority recruitment and even more shocked that I ended up LOVING it.

Anyway, as the girls in my sorority were my only friends at the U of M, I spent all of my time with them. As time went on, I found myself starting to act like the friends I was with all the time – please don’t take this to mean it was a bad thing. The thing was that I found myself “liking” a bunch of stuff because all my friends were. I’m not a “monogrammed everything” kind of gal and honestly, I don’t see the fascination with all things chevron. Sorry, ladies, but I just don’t get it. But even though I didn’t like those things (and other things that my friends liked) I found myself going with it anyway because all of my friends were. At some point, I realized what I was doing and that it was silly. But I also realized that I felt that people wouldn’t like me as much if I didn’t like the same things as they did – which is also silly but whatever. But I was sort of scared to be myself. So, in an attempt to make a change, I made my first resolution.

I started out on my resolution by piercing my eyebrow. I had been wanting my eyebrow pierced for about a year but honestly I thought for while that my friends would all think it was weird so I didn’t do it. But when I realized that other peoples idea of what was cool or weird was taking control of my decisions too much and how silly that was I knew it was time. So I did it. Mom wasn’t pleased it at first but I think she got over it. (Thanks, mom!) Maybe you think that an eyebrow piercing is a weird way of going about this resolution, and maybe you’re right, but I can honestly say that anytime I looked in the mirror and saw my eyebrow ring in 2013, I remembered my vow to always be myself.

I don’t have a long list of things that I did in order to accomplish or succeed in my resolution – but all I can say is that I did. Save a few moments of natural weakness (nobody’s perfect), I did succeed in my resolution. In 2013, I learned that I don’t have to do what everyone else is doing for people to love and accept me. It sounds a little silly, maybe, but I think most people would agree that we’ve all done things before because our friends were doing it too. In addition, I learned to love myself – I still need to work on that one in 2014, but don’t we all? I learned just how different each and every single human is – a simple thought, but seriously, think about it, it’s mesmerizing to me. I learned that if we all just followed suit with our friends all the time, life would be SO boring, and who likes boring?! I learned that I don’t have to please other people in order to please myself. I learned that no one life is better or worse than another – they’re all just different. I learned all of this and SO much more just by making one seemingly simple resolution.

All that being said, I had a great 2013 and I’m so glad that I made my first real resolution. I love being myself. I’m weird and wacky and I like strange things and I have my eye brow pierced and I love it. And you know what? That makes me happy. And I like being happy. Happy is fun. Additionally, I was really pleased to discover that my friends did in fact still love me even though I’m weird and different than they are, and boy, am I thankful for that.

I have a few ideas for my 2014 resolutions (yes, plural! Go big or go home, right?) but I think I’ll save them for another day since this has already gone on longer than I meant for it to. (Spoiler alert: you’re reading one of my resolutions.)

My conclusions: I think that these days resolutions are seen as a lot of empty promises and vows that are never kept, as annoying extras or “resolutioners” in the gym and whole wheat instead of white bread and cooking in instead of eating out. But that doesn’t have to be true for you, it wasn’t for me. I’m thankful for a new year and a new time for resolving to make new changes. I encourage you to make resolutions. Make resolutions that will change the way you see things. Make resolutions that cause you to feel uncomfortable sometimes. Make resolutions that make you feel vulnerable. Make resolutions that will teach you new things. Make resolutions and go through with them all year long, you may be surprised at how different you and your life will be at the end of the year.

Much love and many blessings,

Live and Learn: You are more.

•December 18, 2013 • 1 Comment

So, I’ve had an interesting past five or six months. In fact, so interesting that I’ve actually been fighting the urge for a while now to write a blog post about it. So here I am (my mom is SO excited right now). For my friends who never knew about this blog until now, I suppose I should explain. I started this blog while training for a half marathon my freshman year of college (2010-2011) as a way of tracking my progress. It became like a diary for me – an outlet to write stuff that I was thinking about – but at a certain point (not long after I started it) I decided that no one was reading and there was no point in going further with it. Even though I still have doubts that there is any living creature out there reading this (other than my mom), I thought I would have another go at it. 

You may have asked yourself, “The Brainfunk Phenomena? That’s a really strange name for a blog.” If you asked yourself that, you must not know me very well – because I am strange (and I like it that way). Anyway, The Brainfunk Phenomena was so named because I knew that the things that I would write on my blog would be just the ramblings that usually stay in my brain. The silly things that don’t matter or mean anything to anyone else except me: funk. But since it usually stays in my brain, it’s brain funk. If you’re thinking, “Wow, she really is weird.” Well … then … you’re right, my friend. Welcome. And button your britches ‘cause it’s gonna be a weird and wild ride. 

Now that we’re all caught up to speed, on that, I guess I should bring you all up to speed on my life as of late.  

A year ago today, I was a junior at The University of Memphis, a council member of my sorority and living in the sorority house, and (in my opinion) a bit (really, just a bit) of a social butterfly. My life probably couldn’t be any more opposite now than it was a year ago but honestly, I’m happier now than I think I ever would have expected I would have been had I seen it coming. 

One thing led to another and I ended up taking a semester off of school this fall which basically caused my whole life to change (in a good way). I worked as much as they would let me at LOFT in Germantown – I hated working retail but LOVED the women I met and became friends with at LOFT. My sweet parents welcomed me home and allowed me to come back into their previously empty nest. I was able to visit my boyfriend of nearly five years as he moved to Jonesboro, Arkansas to pursue his first “big boy” job as a police officer which made me very happy. 

A lot of change happened in my life in a very short amount of time. Though I never second guessed the choices that I made, and I was never unhappy, I did a few times miss some of the things (and people … well, mostly the people) that I left behind amongst all the change. I repeat: I was never unhappy and was glad I did what I did (I’m talking to you, mom). I mean it though. I wouldn’t change the past six months if I had the opportunity. Maybe you’re saying to yourself, “But Sara Ann, you had a great social life, the best sorority in the whole world, so many friends, everything was so perfect and fun and awesome, how on earth could you be happy after leaving all of that behind?!” Well. I dunno really, I’m sure a lot of my friends wouldn’t be happy had they taken the route I decided to take, but hey, everyone’s different, right? What I’m getting at is this: the changes in my life have taught me a plethora of different things, which brings me to the purpose of this post. 

Over the past six months, detached from the life I used to have, while still observing the lives of my peers, I have learned so many things. I hope that if any of my peers are reading this stupid blog (so very doubtful) that you aren’t offended by any of this or think that I’m talking about you, because I truly am not. I am merely reflecting on the things I have learned. 

So, here goes.

1. We care too much about grades. This is an opinion of mine that I’m sure a handful or more of you will disagree with but that’s okay with me. I do not mean to say that we care too much about education because I do believe that education is extremely important. However, in the absence of stress and assignments and homework and grades in my life this fall, I have been much more aware of the importance that we put on our grades. Sure, you shouldn’t just sit around, twiddling your thumbs and not studying for your finals – I’m not encouraging laziness where your studies are concerned. I’m just saying that I’ve seen too many of my friends worry and study themselves into illness for ONE grade. We’ve all done it (probably). But think about what that grade means in the grand scheme of life. Think about how little that grade is. More importantly, I’ve seen my peers count their worth by their grades, which makes me really, really sad. I’m asking students to realize that their worth does not come from a 4.0 GPA (or even a 2.0). You are more. 

 2. We care too much about our social lives. I’ve had little to no social life since August. Many people would be annoyed, upset, bored, and disappointed by this in their own life. Naturally, some people are more social than others; to each his/her own. I wish that more of us would care less about how many parties we go to, how many friends we have, how many followers we have, how many likes we get on our Instagram pictures (I am SO guilty of this and if you’re honest with yourself you probably are too), the list goes on. Friends are important for sure. The problem is that we’re defining ourselves – and our worth – by these principles. You are more. 

3. We care too much about our appearances. This one is a toughy. This one is tough for me because I struggle with this more than anything else, yet it’s something I am so passionate about. I have trouble believing what I’m trying to get other people to believe. But anyway, the thing that I am most sick of seeing on social media, and hearing from the lips of my friends and family is, “I’m such a fatty” or some other similar expression on that subject. Stop it. I’m serious. Stop. First of all, I don’t have any friends or family who are not incredibly beautiful (or handsome) in their own way. I’m so damn sick of all of us comparing ourselves to what we see in the media (P.S. it’s fake – all of it). Just because you aren’t a size 0, with long, lean legs, and washboard abs does NOT mean that you aren’t amazing just the way you are (thank you Bruno Mars). But maybe you ARE a size 0 – I probably hate you … totally kidding – maybe you are a size 0 and you still think to yourself, “If I could just be a smaller here and this could be a little tighter.” Quit it! I wish we would all just be happy with what we’ve got. Not all of us were meant to be fit little twigs. I’m also not encouraging complacency because health wise I know that’s not good either. Let’s all just be HEALTHY. How bout that? You know why? Because your worth does not come from your appearance. Skinny girls aren’t worth more than plus size girls. Let’s stop caring so much about what we look like. You are more. 


Basically, I wish that we would all care a little less about the things of this world. I wish we would all stop counting our worth by our accomplishments, by our GPAs, by our social lives, by our appearances (and our bra sizes), and by everything that DOESN’T MATTER. Love yourself. Be thankful for what you’ve got: your health, your family, your friends, your pets, your books, all the little things, your education, your knowledge, ice cream (yes! be SO thankful for ice cream!); be thankful for things in your life instead wishing they were different. Stop using all your energy on making things different or “better’ when they’re already great. Be you. Be thankful for you. You are more. 


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