Today feels like the strangest thing.

I spent yesterday night watching We Bare Bears Origins, Apple promo videos on YouTube, doing some research on sizing… It was a lot to do in one night, and it was freeing.

I currently feel like I’ve found my thirteen-year-old self, packed safely in the body of the soon-to-be 21-year-old female wearing mascara every single day. The one who believed in mermaids and glitter and dresses and pretty little things. The one who believed in the magic of her dreams. The one who had so many plans in her head, who would doodle or sketch little things in any of her notebooks.

I’ve found her.

I’ll probably be right here searching for vintage dresses, the ones that make me feel so happy I might burst.

And I’ll be searching for myself, to find me, over and over again.