hot mess

I am a hot mess.

I am not going to lie.

I have been shooting a ton of stuff for other people along with my finals, which we photo students at Columbia so aptly refer to it as “hell week”

My eyebrows look like 2 large caterpillars, my hair is a flat mess, my nails have been bitten to a stub, I have a stress pimple the size of a peanut, and I have been doing a project on eating which has in turn helped me to gain what I am guessing is a good 5 pounds.

But I am making work

I am being creative.

I am expressing my views

I am pushing myself

I am problem solving

I am stepping out on a limb

I am experimenting

I am taking risks 

I am learning from failures

I am learning more about the people around me.

I am engaging my friends

I am expanding my ideas

I am apart of a community of great artists

I am doing.

At the end of the day, stress pimples and doughnut weight are a small price to pay to feel empowered, alive, and satisfied.

And revolutionary self-love forgives messy appearances and red velvet cake binges when it means that you are happy doing things, rather than just looking the part.