I long for the days of rain and thunder. I wish for the return of the clouds. I miss the sound of the rain against my window. I was not made for the summer. It does not suit me at all. Give me 60 degree weather and a cozy sweater any day. The sun is so unforgiving. How I loathe the summer days that most people seem to crave. Give me blankets made of cotton and hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon. Give me a cool autumn breeze with air so crisp. I long to see leaves of amber and orange dancing in the streets. Summer, oh summer, you are just not for me.
Where do you get your self-confidence from? I recently read an article via Belletrist that is sent to my email. Emma Roberts was interviewing Gabourey Sidibe about her new book. In that interview Gabby recalls times when she is asked about how she can be so confident based solely on her appearance. “They don’t ask men where they get their confidence, they don’t ask classically beautiful girls where they get their confidence from, they’re asking me because they don’t understand it.”
What she said there really struck my interest. And it is true. I think there is a social stigma around someone who may not be the most thin or most beautiful, in terms of what society deems acceptable or “normal”. Why is it so difficult to understand how or why they could have self-confidence? We are all worthy of it. Granted not everyone seems to possess self-confidence. We are all not confident all of the time either.
But really, what makes you feel confident? What really does it for you? I think for me, lately, it has been mostly contributed to working out. I think that definitely helps. Picking out an outfit I am excited to wear makes me feel confident. My skincare routine is another one. I think actively taking care of your skin can boost it. Maybe you can relate to these as well. If not, they may be worth trying. No one really needs to know what makes you most confident except for you. I think it is important to ask yourself the question and keep doing the things that make you feel the best. Keep on living your best life!
I would like to welcome all of you fellow spinsters to a new series on my blog called, obviously, “Dear Spinsters”. Here we can discuss the Spinster Lifestyle and the many perks it comes with. Yes, there are perks. We are not bitter, just salty.
Volume I: Fuckboys
To my dear sweet (salty) Spinsters, I present to you le fuckboy. We have all experienced them in our lives, am I right? They text you late at night after three months of no contact. They want all of the benefits of a relationship without the commitment. They want their ego stroked, among other things. Fuckboys are well known and awful. But I have good news, Spinsters. WE DON’T NEED THEM! The Spinster Lifestyle does not require a relationship, especially one of the fuckboy persuasion. That is just the beginning of the perks.
Here are some things I like more than a fuckboy & even some salty responses to their texts (also applicable to fellow Spinsters):
I would rather look at memes than pictures of your dong.
- Yes, “I’m up” but I’m too busy watching Netflix to be bothered.
- You’re not looking for a relationship? Neither am I so leave me alone.
- “Let’s just have some fun”. I find naps and books fun and you’re neither of those things.
- “Send nudes”. Send me a pizza.
Obviously fuckboys are the worst. I like to cut them off early. I would rather not entertain them. Although I am all for sending them sassy responses, but that gets old and tired, just like their games. You are a salty Spinster and you could not care less about a fuckboy. So the first ingredient to the recipe for the Spinster Lifestyle is throw away all of the fuckboys. Then add salt. Keep it extra salty my Spinsters.
The other night I went to see some live music, alone. Alone? You heard it right, folks. Well Katie, that is just sad. Is it though? You know what is sad, people thinking they cannot go out and enjoy live music just because they do not want to go alone. The fear of doing things alone should never leave you from doing what you want to do.
I do a lot of my own. I LIKE IT. However, sometimes it has deferred me from doing some things. I won’t lie, it has. I have been dreaming of Paris, France for years now and I have not gone. I FLY FOR FREE and I have yet to experience Paris in the springtime. I might as well go alone.
Why should I keep that on hold any longer? The answer is I shouldn’t and neither should you! What are you afraid of doing by yourself? I am not scared anymore.
wishing it was fall. please turn the sun down.
find friends that want to seek adventure with you.