My sophomore year of college I moved into my first apartment and bought a bed from a girl in my sorority who was moving out in the same complex. It was just my mom and I on a really hot summers day, trying to move this small, but surprisingly heavy bed 8 floors down. It’s a white, Ikea twin bed with one of those Swedish names like Malm. Not much to write home about – I think I bought it for a grand total of 80 dollars, mattres...

Last year I did a 21 at 21, so I think it’s appropriate that I start a new list. It’s been an amazing year!

Here’s what I learned while I was 21:

1. Drinks are expensive. Buy a flask.

2. Don’t tell your mom about a boy until you’re actually sure about it.

3. No seriously, don’t.

4. Paint your nails, it’s a small thing, but a huge boost of confidence.

5. Don’t burn out – millennial burn out culture is real and it’s stupi...

At the end of 2017 I was hopelessly lost and still mending old stitches from old pains. I entered a new year with no expectations or goals for myself.

I couldn’t have imagined the year ahead of me.

It begins in Hong Kong. I don’t even know where to start. Almost one year later and I still can’t wrap my head around the time I spent there, and even after all this time I haven’t been able to write about it. When I think about Hong...

It's hard to move on after heartbreak. Yes, I am “over it” and a lot of the pain has now been healed. But there’s a nagging and annoying voice in my head that’s keeping me restless.

I don’t think this just applies to heartbreak. It applies to losing a loved one, losing a job, not getting the grade, or simply not feeling good enough. It’s that pit in your stomach that keeps sinking and sinking and you don’t know what can pull yo...

The first time my mom told me to be kind to myself I started to cry.

I cried because I wanted to love myself so badly, I wanted to believe in myself but to even imagine a life of confidence and free of anxiety … I didn’t know how to even begin.

Like a lot of teenagers, I spent all of my time in high school and into college concerned about what others thought about me. I was constantly anxious that I wasn’t funny enough, pretty e...