Two days ago on IG:

"Today marks the day that I become one year dustier, and as I lay here thinking about all that I've done and all that I have (regardless of what struggles I may be battling currently)...I'm kinda feeling blessed. My heart swells for some of the people in my life and there's almost nothing better than being able to feel love for someone and to consider people family even though it's not by blood. There are new beginnings on the horizon and the pure magic that is existence, its positively raw energy will put itself on display once again soon enough, and I for one am fucking excited. My life as it stands is an absolute tornado in all it's destructive horrendous chaotic beauty (slightly less interesting, I assure you). I am in a perpetual love hate state, and I'm always trying to find ways to accept this fact about myself...that it'll probably never change. But/and, no matter all of the negative feels I could possibly harbor towards the shittiest of shit I'm going through, I'm grateful to still be able to follow up with a "but"; but I have a roof over my head..., but I have people who love me unconditionally and would come to my rescue quick and in a hurry..., but I have food on the table every night..., but I still have so much more than most..., but I grew up WITH..., etc... And as much of a firm believer I am that all problems are relevant I'm just grateful that so far (after however many dusty years on this plant) I can still end my sentences with a "but", I can only hope it remains that way for many more years to come and it makes my heart go out to those who don't have it like that, may you acquire some commas soon (Pun intended) **Cues Future- Fucking up some Commas** #AriesUnite #AriesPower ♈️♈️♈️ #Aries"

Fast forward to my day-o-birth:

I decided that in lieu of all the years that have passed where I'd opted to do nothing but laze around on my birthday and eat my weight in deliciousness, while watching copious amounts of movies and partaking in other such homebody type activities, I stepped on out.

Now most times I usually don't go out on my birthday because it's the time I like to really take for myself. I know a lot of people like to go out and celebrate big (this is a general assumption of course...), but I see a birthday as a true ME day which translates into R&R or F&M (Food & Movies) which would be at home.

I've been battling such a chronic illness that it made it almost impossible for me to enjoy life for at least a good long while....I don't think a person really understands how much gets taken for granted when the simplest of tasks don't come so easy anymore; when you have to lay down in order to put on lipstick, when you have to lay down in order to eat, when it all switches up on you and you can't lay down anymore and have to find a way to sleep sitting or standing up, or when you have to write a blog post with your head planted firmly on the desk because your vertigo is so intense you could fall from your seat.

So when MY birthday was creeping up, and the pains were taunting me (letting me know that yet another year had gone by and I was still no where closer to a diagnosis let alone a cure), and I'd just had a stint in the ER due to a cerebral fluid leak (finally confirmed after 2+ yrs of declaration), and a looming blood patch procedure that was to take place two days before my birthday with a recovery period of a couple of weeks (that with how my symptoms presented....may have done more harm than good, mind you you), I was certain that my birthday was going to blow literal chunks this year.

And just like life does sometimes, I came out of my neuro appointment, two days before my day-o-birth, with the news that I couldn't have my procedure done as of yet (which kinda sucked because I wanted to get it out of the way already but I wasn't entirely mad because I didn't want my birthday to blow Le Chunks), and I consulted with my new and highly intelligent doctor (who was a breath of fresh air from the other nitwits from doctors past), and I got a new med plan, and with all of this in tow I exited the facility and took in that beautiful sun and breeze. For the first time in what seems like years I felt the grace.

When I woke up on my birthday, surprisingly, I had the least amount of pain I had ever had in I'd say over a year. A bitch asked no questions, I just got my shit together, and hit that pavement. I went to a street fair in my neighborhood (nothing too crazy just in case my body betrayed me...as it so often has), and I had a wonderful time. The sun kissed my skin, there were so many people I could die, and the shades did nothing to protect my retinas from being thoroughly fricasseed....but again...I enjoyed myself.

As for the outfit:

I decided that there was no other way to do this but to go treats on treats. I will be doing a haul on my YouTube channel very soon with as many details as I can acquire as possible, there shall be many a haul soon enough.

It really is too bad I didn't get my makeup look in this post...it was fleeked AF and Coloupop was the main attraction (isn't it always tho).

What I'm Wearing:

Doughnut glasses from Amazon.com. (Sold out)
Jacket from Strawberry, circa many moons ago. $19.99 (Similar HERE & HERE )
Dress was gifted.
Skull bracelets from a street-fair. $2 (Similar HERE & HERE)
Belt from V.I.M. $7 (Similar HERE)
Leggings from Forever21.com. $19.90 (Similar HERE)
Boots from Charlotterusse. $15, on sale from $45 (Similar HERE)