Honey I love you but I just can’t smile…

If you wanted to see my face covered in raw honey, today is your lucky day!

If you wanted to see my face covered in raw honey, today is your lucky day!

As I write this, I have a 1mm thick layer of honey covering my entire face. As I chase after perfect skin like Igor running a 400m sprint I ponder the motives behind my actions. Lately, I’ve been a supreme homeopathic and non-traditional beauty guru. I don’t shampoo my hair, I’m constantly on the search for the next organic deodorant, and I can’t remember the last time I went a day without coconut oil. supposedly do this all in the search of a greater good. Less preservatives, more antioxidants. I think it’s time I confessed something: I’m not REALLY a hippie.

I LOVE the lather of real shampoo, I think processed cheese is delicious, and I rely on trashy dramatic television. I’m virtually basic, for lack of a better term.

“Why do you buy organic?” you ask? Because that’s the cool thing to do right now, of course! Don’t get me wrong, after clicking “publish” at the side of this screen I will continue to let this honey sit on my face until I can no longer stand it — because it works (seriously, try it!) I just feel the need to fess up and to let the world know that I’m nowhere near as cool as I sometimes seem. I throw fits until I get the latest tech stuff, I blow through my checking accounts in order to buy things that I think will make me appear more beautiful– and it’s all a hoax.

I’ve spent years of my life attempting to “like” things that those around me were passionate about to the extent that, truth be told, I don’t even know what I really like. I go hiking whenever it’s warm out, but do I really like the outdoors? I wear hipster crew-neck sweatshirts multiple times a week, but do I actually like to wear them? These questions haunt me as I gallivant about college attempting to “find myself” in the mess of life.

I’ve been attending a church that practices a season of Lent (when you “suffer” to remember the temptation of Christ) and I will be spending my season of lent introspectively trying to figure out more about myself, and less about how to “fake it” to make those around me happy!

Cheers,

Em