Last year at this time, I was headed down to LA from Portland. It was a scouting trip–to revisit LA as a place to live, work, and call home. A mere 2 weeks later, my boyfriend and I moved down. It’s hard to believe that a year has gone by already. I’ve been through so much in the past year and yet, so little has changed for the better.
I’m usually the one encouraging others to be their best, forging new ideas, ways to improve, and strategic plans to achieve goals. I’m tired. I feel like I’ve been hustling my entire adult life with nothing to show for it. I’m living in a city where many people build walls, present a false persona, and pursue superficial experiences at great cost. This is why I moved out of LA to begin with. Moving back here with fresh eyes allowed me the opportunity to see that LA IS Hollywood. I’m not part of that industry and don’t have the unquenched desire for fame or money. I don’t belong here.
I don’t know what the next step is in my life. It’s all a great adventure. I do know that I need to start traveling again–to talk to people who are comfortable in their own skin. Here are some photos of me trying to be okay with my body. I don’t wear much makeup. I don’t have money for mani-pedis. Most of my clothes are thrifted, and it took 50 shots to get a small group of decent ones. This is the truth. I’m not a model.
I’m just me.