Nice to meet you, future maximalist

Welcome, stranger. Or best friend. Or hi, Andra, if you ever read this.

It's been more than difficult to figure out where to begin my blog. I've had this little bug in my ear telling me to stop being a wuss and begin my blog for a couple years now. She whispers in the form of my best friend, Arden, and tells me constantly to post the absurd things I'm obsessed with, wear, talk about, or who to follow in today's constantly changing world.

From jade rollers to the best pen to write with and the world's best water bottle to get in 3L of hydration, I practice hundreds of bizarre trends. I test products, practice habits, and endure social media's dense apparatus so that you don't have to.

Social media is where it all started for me. I began to follow stylists, bloggers, chefs, workout influencers, trend creators and trend followers, all to form my own opinion and add fuel to my need to practice what everyone preaches. From women like Jennifer Fisher to Michaela Podolsky and Chiara Ferragni, my obsession with influencers has reached a peak in psychotic standards.

As much as I hate to admit it, I'm a trend follower. I love nothing more than finding a post and watching it turn into an international trend. With influencers impacting consumer behavior with products like tiny sunglasses C.O. Kanye's prediction, to ugly clunky sneakers that I'm simultaneously ashamed to own and obsessively proud of (none the less still partially confused how to wear), it's clear that influencers run the world of fashion, beauty, and health all through social media.

There are hundreds of topics I want to cover and so much of it revolves around what readers and viewers would like to see. That brings me to the point of contact: please hit me with trends, ideas, weird concepts, anything that you would want to see published. I have no shame (well, maybe some shame) in exposing my thoughts and feelings towards anything.

So, as I write this and feel awkwardly like Gossip Girl, let's fire away.

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