I maintained a well-rounded diet and exercise regime throughout high school. However, no longer a three-season athlete, I let my routine slip during my freshman year in college. I regrouped during the summer before my sophomore year. The saying is true, in which “abs start in the kitchen”, but no longer were coaches regulating my habitual behavior; rather, I needed to be proactive to self-regulate both my diet and workout routine.
Heart and S(e)oul
Fewer activities scream joy more than pounding the pavement and soaking in the last days of fall foliage.
I question when and if the world will face another opportunity for deep introspection. In the meantime, I remember to accept what I can and cannot control and how my decisions affect those around me.
Anyone else washed up here? Ha! Once I started college, I kissed goodbye to my vigorous training schedule, which included morning…
Fashion Revolution Week 2020 Hello, my stylish friends! In light of Fashion Revolution Week, I wanted to write a blog post about…
Tous les matins, je bois un café puis mange des œufs ou une trache de pain avec des fruits.
I am slowly acknowledging how I am one to gravitate toward counterculture groups, rather than follow the “in” crowd.
I like to narrate how the Big Apple learned to exemplify sleek separates and contemporary menswear. However, hailing from butt central Jersey, I better articulate impotent pork roll tangents than navigate the MTA to move along line A.
Unless you’ve lived under a rock for the past few years, I’m sure that the term “sustainability” pops up here and there, especially if talking about the (unfortunately, detrimental) fashion industry.
A thank you to all of those who I’ve come across