you know what i mean. those pesky habits, the ones that are so damn deep rooted that you don’t even realize you’re doing it.
so i ran for the first time in FOREVER yesterday over the williamsburg bridge and i realized that i’d like this to be a ritual of mine. i live suuuuper close to the bridge and to run over is about 1.5 miles, which is definitely my max distance. i’ve decided to *try* to run saturday mornings and try a new coffee shop every time I'm there.
honestly if you’re a girl, you’re always bloated. it comes with being a girl right? there are so many articles telling us what to eat, what supplements to buy, how to keep the bloat to a minimum, that should make it all better right?!?! it’s normal. which is exactly what i thought.
to love yourself as much as you love beyonce.
it's true. your friend, your friend's younger sister, her best friend, her boyfriend, her cousin's bff...we. all. started. blogs.
"but mine is going to be different!"..