About once a week (usually on a night my boyfriend is busy, and I have nothing to do), I come to the realization that I basically have none of my own friends, particularly girlfriends. By “my own”, I mean people who I didn’t meet by default through my boyfriend, or in some cases, through their boyfriends. I’m talking besties, girls I’ll go for a spontaneous coffee with, and who I can share every detail of my life with. Continue reading “If I Moved to Australia, Would Anyone Notice? The Reality of a 21st Century Cynic”
There are so many great things about being a woman, especially when it comes to self-expression through fashion. It seems like we can get away with a lot more things than the guys can (or dare to), and we won’t even get dirty looks for it. Having worked in retail at a store that sells both menswear and womenswear before, I surprisingly found myself gearing towards some of the men’s pieces for myself. In light of TOM*FW (Toronto Men’s Fashion Week), what better time than now to talk about the pieces us ladies can borrow from the boys. Continue reading “Borrowed From The Boys”
Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were posting pictures that should have motivated us and our Instagram followers to get started on our bikini bodies?
A kickboxing Groupon and 4 months later, here we are, with just a month left of summer. I’ve consumed 10L of ice cream, had way too many sugary cocktails, and didn’t take very good care of my body all throughout the never-ending Toronto heatwave, and I’ve come to a point where I’m terrified to put on a bathing suit in public. Continue reading “My Diet Starts Tomorrow”