“BOY PANTS”

With a lunch box in hand and long black hair french braided to perfection, years and years ago, I walked into Mrs.Whitmore’s kindergarten class with the utmost confidence. As a five-year-old, I already knew that fashion played an important role in my life. Wearing a pretty dress on days where we would perform plays would…

My 1001st Attempt to Enter the Blogging World

Last winter, I thought of starting a blog. But then again, I was on my 7th hour of binge-watching New Girl on Netflix so, with my mind full of self-doubt and a mouth full of potato chips, I thought, Nobody is going to read it anyways. Why even try? It is now summer and here I…