With Christmas coming really soon, I figured now would be a great time to help out any last minute shoppers with gift ideas. Or maybe you just want to treat yourself and you need recommendations on what to buy next. I mean, both are extremely valid reasons and everyone needs a shopping spree!
Either way, I highly recommend all these products for any like minded college-aged feminine individual. (So politically correct wow.)
I’m a bit of a hoarder and I definitely do not know when to stop buying things (it’s becoming a problem). So while I’m taking a little break from shopping until the end of the year, here are some of my favorite things that I’ve bought this past semester and absolutely loved.
In the spirit of being fully open, I’m theme-ing this post to my experience with dealing with anxiety. Though I’ve never exactly been all that secretive about it (I’m not ashamed of it or anything), it’s just not something that’s ever been public knowledge. Until now, I suppose.
Like I said in my previous post, I think that the best was to end stigma and encourage a healthy discussion is by opening up and being okay with talking about it. After all, how can I ever dream of making strides in ending stigma when I myself have hesitations about it too.
I have always been a strong advocate for mental health awareness. Throughout high school, I have vehemently preached about the need for self-love keeping one’s self both physically and mentally healthy. Now, as a Psychology major in college, my passion for the topic has only kept growing.
I thought that leaving high school would mean I can have the chance to reinvent myself. I thought that if I could focus all my energy into being a completely new person, it could happen. But it doesn’t work like that; you can’t just get rid of your past; you have to work through them.
No one likes to cry. I hate it. But I’m pretty sure I’ve cried more time this semester than I have my entire life.
It seems like, lately, a whole pile of bad things and negative vibes just got dumped on me. It’s just been building up and weighing me down. So I’ve been crying. A lot. And in front of other people too. Not in front of friends behind the safety of a closed door, either. (Though I’ve done plenty of that too.) But I’ve spent so much time crying in public. Sometimes by myself. Sometimes with other people. All of the times, I’ve been a blubbering mess.
I was just waking up when I finally got the email: Joanne, there is a package waiting for you. My Ipsy bag had finally arrived!
Last month, I signed up for an Ipsy subscription on a whim. It was just $10, after all, and I didn’t have much to lose. I missed having makeup and, now that I don’t live with my parents, I have to buy my own things. Which meant that luxury goods like makeup took the backseat to groceries and school fees.