My nails are cute

Eye, aye, I

I went to Starbucks to get my usual quad shot of espresso (blonde) over light ice in a venti cup with extra cinnamon caramel cream cold foam (all the way to the top). The sun kicked my healing eye’s ass the entire time. I’m learning that “healing” is not as instantaneous as I may want it to be.

Still, I can see out of an eye I previously couldn’t. It’s still blurry, but I have the full range of vision in my eye, and for that, I am truly grateful.

Happy Friday.

Hello from the other side

It’s me, sitting upright, working on my laptop, and continuing to recover from my eye surgery.

I still can’t see clearly out of my left eye, but I can see enough to type some stuff, and that’s exactly what I am doing.

I swear, a week facedown in bed will have you ready to jump out of your skin, and now that I am upright, I feel compelled to never be lazy again.

Anyway, this is me saying hello from the other side.

Mood

Lately

Look at me the way he does

Seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes is truly a different experience—especially when the way they see you is rooted in love and authenticity.

People can tell you that you are pretty all day every day, and while it’s flattering and can boost your mood, the bigger boost comes from someone who really sees you and describes you in terms that embody your entire humanity and personhood. I wish that for everyone.

More pictures after the jump.

Wigs are fun

I’m like really pretty.

I like wearing wigs because they give me a chance to experiment with different colors and styles any time I want. I went blonde one day this week, and then I did this: