Sexy Things 

I’ve adorned myself
With thousands of pearls

And countless yards of lace

I’ve squeezed and stuffed my flesh

And painted all over my face 

Sometimes I feel different 

But mostly I feel the same

Occasionally a fleeting glance

But really what’s keeping me company

is a whole lot of discomfort 

And even a little pain

Sexy “things” may be great

But only tangible for a few 

I’ve come to realize to rely on myself

Since I have no interest in becoming a B cup, achieving thigh gaps, or becoming a size 2 

I think the real “secret”

Is that sexy “things” don’t exist 

But sexy people do

It lies in confidence

And loving yourself 

more than a tight dress

or tiny underwear could ever do 


playlist – moody monday

monday already? shake and embrace that monday shade of blue with some moody and evocative tunes. Highlights of this made with love playlist include Sabrina Claudio’s sauntering yet “oomph” worthy  “Confidently Lost”, perfect for slowly crawling out of (or staying in) bed, a pleading, push-and-pull drawl from Daniel Caesar that’s best described as a pair of rose colored glasses towards the one that’s got you in your feels, and starry eyed and vulnerable “Bourbon” from Gallant.

enjoy !


To the sad, beautiful girl

With tears welled up in her eyes

I can hear the voice in your head

Saying “not again

how the hell did I let another one catch me by surprise?”

As bright and full as is your moon

We’re both left wondering

How did you let yourself get consumed?

Tired of the expectations

Tired of the bars you set

Still always a surprise that they’re never even met

But we’ve both heard

Jaded is the ugliest shade of green

So we keep the door open

Trying our best to ignore how things seem He says you read too much.

Into things, over them, under them and through them

But what else can you do

When it’s his own words that prove it

And now you’re taking things too literally

Somehow digging deep and taking face value at the same time

Didn’t know you were capable of an oxymoron, let alone that it’s a crime

But to the sad, beautiful girl

Who feels like her flame’s been just a little dulled

Turn down the lights

Put down your head

Take a deep breath

Cause I’d be lying, to say

this won’t happen again