confessions.

It all started when someone told me I reminded them of Blake Lively. I was literally floored, shell shocked, be-fumbled. The picture of Blake Lively I have in my head is elegant, graceful, cultured, classy, polished, super cool.
{ aka the exact opposite of myself }

So it made me wonder - do people think I'm "cooler" then I actually am? Those who know me well surely do not classify me as cool nor anywhere near the realm of Blake Lively. Oh, they know the truth.

But maybe a lot of things in my life bode well for possibly giving off that "cooler", more whimsical lifestyle.

For instance:

-live in a foreign, beautiful, tropical, not-as-well-known country? check.

-have at least seven different picture editing apps downloaded on my phone to find the perfect filtered effect? check.

-a mom who knows the ins and outs of fashion and therefore has picked out around 80% of my closet for me? check.

-decent cursive handwriting { after years of practice } so that the loops and curves actually make it look like I'm artistic without actually trying? check. 

note: anchor earrings.

But the reality is...I'm kind of a dork.

I do things like wear anchor earrings to remind myself that I'm anchored to Jesus.

I normally drink coffee out of a raccoon mug. { not one of the cooler, flowered ones I own }

I consistently make up music videos in my head.

I am Taylor Swift's best { read: worst } back-up singer that she just hasn't met yet.

I write { not-very-good } poems to give as birthday cards.

I spent way too much time taking these incredibly embarrassing selfies for this blog post.

I have completely awkward dance moves that make my friends shake their heads in shame when I pull them on the dance floor.

I really, really, really love the show Glee....and have read the Hunger Games and Divergent series more times then I'd like to admit.

So even though I really do love and enjoy the cool, trendy things right now - pretty flowers, black coffee, cozy flannel, perfectly-placed sunlight, dry shampoo, fruit-infused water, red lips, washi tape, watercolors, flowy dresses, ect ect - my true { read: dorky } colors still show more often then not.

So here ya go: real life confessions from a twenty-six year old nerd who from time to time attempts to give off the impression of natural and effortless coolness. { but who really just wants to post so many cat Instagrams and read poorly written teen fiction }

note: raccoon mug.