sunshine & serendipity

We've hit May, it's time for shorts and tank tops and it's pretty much bathing suit season. Why do these things bother me so much? I would rather hide my skin than let others see my scars. What do I say to the people who ask about my scars? Do I tell them I spent the past seven years fighting a demon inside of my own head? Should I be open about the harm I did to my body? Will they understand why I starved myself to feel something? How do I explain the excruciating pain I felt that made me want to not carry on? I'm not sure they will understand why, and that scares me. Having these signs of a struggle of my skin makes me self-conscious. Sometimes I don't want that to be the case. I'm not always proud of the progress I have made in the past couple of years. Somedays I would rather not have the scars and the stretch marks to show my journey. REFRAMING TIME... My story is a part of me, it's a part of my body!! Scars don't make me any less worthy of lov

Hello again!! With the whirlwind of spring going on, I have been very neglectful to my blog. I have a knack for designing and creating items to fit a need, so I thought I would start sharing some of my projects on this blog. I am spending most of my July out of the United States this year. I will be heading over to the Netherlands! The trip is organized through the Lions Club's  International Youth Camp and Exchange Program , and I am extremely grateful to be participating. As an avid traveler and journaler, documenting an experience is important to me. Throughout my stay, I collect tickets, brochures, and other things to keep for tangible memories. While scrolling through the wonderfully creative Jordan Clark's blog "Stellaire" , I came across her  travel diary how-to . I immediately took to the idea of having a collection of items in order to maintain a creative journal while traveling. After mulling over different supplies to include, I made my list and got rig