Side eye. 👁
Really into bell sleeves and open necklines this season. New outfit post (as well as a few mushy thoughts about change) on the blog.
I look at the hands holding my matcha this morning and I hardly recognize them. This time last year, they were swollen, dry, and the skin was pulled so taught I couldn’t bend my fingers or else they’d crack and bleed. I couldn’t wash my hair, make my bed, drive, or walk my dog. The only thing I could do was work on the computer, which was good because that’s what I really needed to do for school and my business. I’ve had a few times in my life (and still now) when my body fails on me no matter how hard I try to claw my way back to health. My hands eventually cleared up after three and a half months, but the swelling, redness, and dryness never went away. It’s now been three months since I started my hot belly regimen with my Ayurvedic doctors and my fingers feel less dry and like they’ve shrunk down three ring sizes. They’re still dry and red—one might look at them as they are now and ask me what’s wrong—but I can’t tell you how satisfying it feels to look down at these hands holding something so innocuous as a cup of tea and see their pigmentation healing closer to the color of the rest of my skin. Onward and upward.
Going to miss the sunsets from this view. 💙