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My Makeup Routine

Hi, friends! Awhile ago, Nicole wrote a great post describing her makeup routine and it was really fun to be taken through her process (I especially loved the pictures that took her from bare-faced to make-up-faced), so I tucked the idea in the back of my head to do it myself some day. So let’s make today that day, okay?

I love wearing makeup because I feel like it makes me feel more put together and, let’s face it, prettier. And who doesn’t want to feel pretty? I’m not saying that I don’t feel pretty when I don’t wear makeup, but there’s something about having my skin smoothed out and my brows done and some mascara applied that makes me feel good. I’m not a makeup expert by any measure. I could use some help with how to perfectly fill out my brows and I am so bad with eyeliner that I don’t mess with it at all. But I think I do okay for myself. Also, almost all of my makeup comes from Target, and I also been learning about one of the premier botox services in Miami available, so I can improve my face as well. Drugstores FTW, babyyy.

Step 1: Skincare

I have an easy morning skincare routine, but it’s something I skip more days than not because sometimes I just forget about it when I’m zooming through my mornings. But when I do do it, it involves:

  • Cleanser
  • Toner
  • Niacinamide serum
  • Moisturizer with SPF with a few drops of vitamin c serum mixed in

Today, I skipped my morning skincare routine because I don’t have any clean washcloths. I really need to do laundry. Anyway, here’s my bare face!

Step 2: Smooth out the face

I don’t use primer in my makeup routine. I have never found one that seemed to make a difference, so I stopped trying. So, my first step is to dab concealer over any dark spots/under my eyes, and then blend it in. Neutrogena’s Radiant Cream Concealer works well for me. Then, I use Revlon ColorStay Full Cover Foundation in ivory. I use a flat-top foundation brush, and I think I’m going to go back to using a beauty blender for putting on foundation because it provides better coverage, IMO. (Real talk: I saw a girl on a reality show using a flat-top brush to put on foundation and it seemed so much easier than a beauty blender.) After I rub foundation all over my face, I use NYX #nofilter finishing powder to smooth it out.

Step 3: Draw on my brows

I have very light brows. Actually, they used to be a lot darker but over the last few years, they’ve lightened up so much that they’re nearly nonexistent unless I darken them with a brow pencil. I use Milani Stay Put Brow Pomade, which is a new product for me. My favorite brow product is NYX Micro Brow Pencil, but my shade is consistently out of stock at Target. I keep trying other brands but nothing has wowed me.

Anyway, I use the spoolie to brush the brow hairs in the direction I want them and then I dip the angled section in the brow pomade and fill in my brows. It’s a much more precise method of doing my brows, and I am not really used to it just yet. After I fill in my brows with the pomade, I use the spoolie again to lighten things up so my brows look more natural. I didn’t do a great job on my brows today, so this is a little embarrassing to show you, but whatever. I blame the product, not the user!

Step 4: Deal with my eyes

As you can see, my eyes are kinda hidden without makeup. I love how just some simple swipes of mascara can brighten up my eyes and make them pop a bit more!

I don’t always wear eyeshadow, but decided to do so today to give you guys the full treatment. I chose the Milani Gilded Gold palette and use two different shades of gold for my eyes. I love the look! (Some people spend a lot of time blending and brushing their eyeshadow to get that perfect look. I do not have the patience for that, so I usually just do one shade on the lid and then maybe brush a sparkly shade near my brow line.)

Lastly for my eyes, I use my eyelash curler and then swipe on some mascara. I recently bought Too Faced’s Better Than Sex mascara, which is the only non-drugstore makeup product you’ll see here! I think paying $30 for mascara is very dumb, but I do really like this mascara.

Step 5: Cheeeeeks

Last month, I ordered a package from Sephora and they sent me someone else’s package. It was a bummer (not for that person, I’m assuming, as I ordered some great products), since they didn’t order anything too exciting. (I was able to keep the package and they resent the correct items!) However, there was liquid blush in the package that has been fun to try out. I am still not very confident wearing blush because I either put on too much or too little. But I do like the little pop of color it gives me. This liquid blush is called Rare Beauty by Selena Gomez and I’m wearing the “encourage” shade.

Step 6: The Bold Lip

Every great makeup routine is finished off with a bold lip. Can we all agree? (Okay, I know not everyone is a fan!) I recently started using lip liner when I wear lipstick because it really makes it so much easier to apply lipstick, especially liquid lipstick which can sometimes lose the plot when I’m trying to apply it. The lip liner color blends in beautifully with my lip color and it just makes things look neater. Today, I’m using Revlon ColorStay Longwear Lip Liner in red with Maybelline Super Stay Matte Ink Liquid Lipstick in “lover.”

And there you have it – my entire makeup routine! I probably only go through this entire routine once or twice a month. I don’t wear makeup daily (I used to when I worked in an office, but not now that I’m working from home), but sometimes if I want to make myself look a little more put together, I’ll fill in my brows and swipe on some mascara. Or sometimes I’ll just do foundation/powder, brow pencil, mascara, and a tinted lip balm. It’s not always this involved!

Thoughts on wearing makeup? Love it, loathe it, are determined never to do it?

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School Days (3rd Grade – 5th Grade)

Hi, friends! I’m very excited to continue my “School Days” series by recounting some of my memories from third, fourth, and fifth grade. I had so many memories to share here! I went to three different schools, had five different teachers (and two student teachers!), participated in some new extracurriculars, and also experienced my parents’ separation. A lot happened!

THIRD GRADE (1996 – 1997)

  • One of the cutest things my school did was have a little post office. Kids from all grades could drop off letters to their friends and then the “postal workers” would deliver the letters on a random afternoon. The third graders were the postal workers and I was so excited when my time came to be a postal worker. I had so much fun sorting the mail, accepting the mail, and delivering the letters throughout the school. So. Much. Fun.
  • In second grade, our school did a school-wide spelling bee. (I forgot to mention this in my first School Days post!) I ended up in 4th place out of all the second graders (the word I lost on: cousin) and my brother placed 1st out of all the third graders (a feat he never ceases to remind me of. I believe the word he won on was Zurich.) Well, throughout all of third grade, my mom made my brother and I practice our spelling words every single day. She had a whole notebook filled with spelling words, what words we needed to practice, etc. Our school did not hold a spelling bee that year. !!! Mom has never lived this down with us.
  • One of my classmates lost his mother during third grade. I still remember his name and how horrified I was that his mom died. He was so young! I couldn’t imagine losing my mom so young.
  • For a period of time, there was an additional music extracurricular: learning how to play the recorder. I begged and begged my parents to buy me a recorder and let me join this new extracurricular, and they finally acquiesced. I went to 2, maybe 3, lessons before abandoning the practice. Sorry, Mom and Dad! Nowadays, kids can learn songs through watching Kids youtube.
  • I participated in a talent show this year with a few friends. I honestly cannot remember what our talent was. I think we did a really bad dance routine to the Spice Girls. A much better trio of dancers won the talent show.
  • We moved to a new apartment this year. It had three bedrooms, so my brother and I finally didn’t have to share a room. I think of this apartment fondly! One day during the summer while my brother and I were playing together, there was a call on our landline and my brother picked it up. When he hung up, I asked him, “Who was that, Chuck, Muck, or Fuck?” I did not mean to rhyme my dad’s friend Chuck with the f-word and I was horrified with myself. My brother held this over me for yeaaaaars. We still laugh about it today, and my mom is always like, “What did you think would happen if you told us this story?!”

FOURTH GRADE (1997-1998)

  • I was at a new school in fourth grade. Actually, I went back to the school I was at in kindergarten and first grade. Like previous years, I had one teacher for language arts/writing and another one for math/science. I do not remember their names, but I had language arts/writing in the morning and math/science in the afternoon.
  • Every month, we had a different project to complete. I only remember some of the projects (probably because my mom did most of the work). For one project, we had to create a foam doll that resembled someone from history. I think I chose Clara Barton. For another, we had to do a whole report on one state, and I chose Ohio since that’s where my dad was from.
  • I was in the school play this year! It was a play involving a pet store and I was a fish. I even had a solo in the play and I still remember the opening lines I had to sing. When I told my mom that I was cast in the play, she didn’t seem all too excited but I later learned she was worried about the cost of getting my costume together. (Understandable!) In the end, I wore an orange shirt, orange shorts, and orange tights, lol. The other fish in our cast just wore swim shorts and one of those towels that goes over your head and had shark fins on it. How do you even make a fish costume in the age before Pinterest?! (I do want to say that my mom and dad were front and center in the audience during the play, so she was very excited for me to be in the play, just worried about the expense.)
  • As I mentioned, I had one teacher (and classroom) for language arts/writing and another teacher (and classroom) for math/science. These classrooms were right next to each other, separated by a heavy, movable wall. After lunch every day, the wall would be pushed back and one of the teachers would stand in the middle of the two classrooms and read a few chapters from a book. I loved this so much! I remember that we read a lot of Roald Dahl during these after-lunch read-alouds.
  • I was a cheerleader this year! My mom enrolled both my brother and me in a nearby youth football/cheerleading league, and I had so much fun. But oh my god, what a time commitment! We had practice four days a week and then games on Saturdays. Our cheerleading program went to competition after the football season was over, and we placed third in both competitions, which was exciting! I remember those competitions so well because we practiced so much and then got to have a sleepover at this really, really fancy house where we ate pizza and got our hair done up in these foam rollers that we had to sleep in overnight. The house belonged to one of the cheerleaders in our program and she had a fricken balcony outside her room. I was convinced she was a princess.
  • We had student teachers this year, a male teacher and a female teacher. I had the biggest crush on the male teacher (all of us girls did! A twenty-something guy teaching a bunch of 10-year-olds? Lawdy.) and I thought the female teacher was so cool. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up! I have this very distinct memory of her walking into the cafeteria one afternoon to pick us up from lunch; she was wearing sunglasses and just looked so damn cool. I imagined she spent her lunch break with friends she knew off-campus and was so very jealous. (Hindsight: She likely spent her lunch break trying to eat as fast as she could while doing a million other things.)

FIFTH GRADE (1998-1999)

  • I attended a new school for fifth grade and my teacher this year, Mrs. Chapman, was my favorite teacher ever. She was so fun and personable and wise and kind. I loved her so much that when I had to do some volunteer hours at a school during college, I volunteered in her classroom.
  • All of the fifth graders in my school district had to participate in an economic educational program called Enterprise Village. We spent a few weeks in the classroom learning economic concepts like balancing a checkbook, applying for jobs, learning different concepts of a business environment, etc. Then, we went to Enterprise Village where we got to “work” for one day. Enterprise Village is set up similarly to a shopping mall with tons of different businesses: McDonald’s, Time Warner, the Bucs, etc. Every kid was given a business and a job. I was given the job as bookkeeper at McDonald’s, which meant I spent much of my day crunching numbers (go figure). It was such a fun day and my mom was a chaperone, although she was helping out at a different business so I didn’t see her much!
  • I was excited to be a school patrol this year. Since I was new to the school, I didn’t know if I was going to get to be a patrol (something I had wanted for years) as patrols are usually selected at the end of fourth grade but I was added to the team a few weeks into the year. It was so exciting! I loved being able to get out of class a little early and basically just hang out with my friends.
  • My parents officially separated this year. My mom, my brother, and I moved in with my grandparents. It was a tight fit as my uncle and his twin daughters (who were 3 at the time) were also living with them. My mom and brother had beds in the sunroom/office while we squeezed my bed in between the twins’ beds in their room. I continued to attend the same elementary school and my brother continued to attend the same middle school, but my mom would make the long trek to our bus stop every morning to drop us off. My paternal grandma moved in with my dad who was living in our old home, and she would “watch” us until my mom could pick us up after school. (We didn’t really need a babysitter at this time, but I was home a little earlier than my brother and my mom didn’t want me to be alone.) It was quite a crazy arrangement!
  • We had to put together a “yearbook” for our fifth-grade class, as a sort of send-off to middle school. In the yearbook, we all listed out where we wanted to be in 20 years. Here’s what I said, “I will be a vet and I will have four daughters named April, May, Taylor, and Morgan.” DEAR GOD.
  • I had my first real anxiety spiral this year, which showed up in some, erm, digestive issues. We were doing standardized testing and I just got so nervous about testing well and doing my best that I started getting really anxious about everything. When the testing was over, I had my mom pick me up from school because things were getting uncomfortable. Poor baby Steph!

Tell me a memory you have of your late elementary school years!

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My New Rules for Dating

Reading Logan Ury’s book, How Not to Die Alone, was a transformative experience for me. For once, I didn’t feel like I was weird for finding online dating so hard. She says in the book that yes, it is hard to date in this modern era of dating apps. It’s an entirely new experience from the way we evolved to find a partner (typically, the person in your neighborhood) and there are so many options (both with partners and with dating apps) these days. It’s hard to stand out and hard to take things from the phone screen to real life. Even more, meeting someone IRL is damn near impossible. Where is my adorable meet-cute in the fiction section of my favorite indie bookstore?! I know way more couples my age that met through dating apps than met IRL. Even my mom and stepdad met on a dating app!

I learned a lot from this book: how to set up a dating profile, how to make conversation over a dating app, how to set yourself up for success when it comes to first dates, and more. I learned so much that I developed a few new rules for dating that I plan on implementing in my dating life going forward:

1) Make sure every prompt on my profile is a “conversation starter.” This was a really good tip from the book, about making sure your profile has information that could be a good launching point for a conversation. It’s always so much easier to start a conversation with someone from a dating app when they have something interesting on their profile! Right now, I mainly use Hinge and Bumble and these apps use prompts to help foster communication between matches. I just need to make sure all of the prompts I have on my profile could lead to fun follow-up questions. Like, instead of saying, “What I’m looking for in a future partner is… someone kind and funny,” I could say, “What I’m looking for in a future partner is… someone who will willingly explore a bookstore with me.” Or something like that; something that just has a bit more personality and explains who I am.

2) Have a handful of opening lines to use. The opening line of a conversation is the hardest thing for me! Do you know how many times I’ve Googled, “best conversation starters for Bumble”? Too many to count. When there aren’t any interesting questions to ask based on the profile, I want to have a few opening lines in my back pocket to start the conversation with, rather than the lame “Hey! How is your day going?” Something like:

  • What’s something you’ve always wanted to learn to do?
  • What’s the last great book you read? (<– This one always makes me sad, though, because it feels like nobody reads anymore, ugh.)
  • What’s your favorite spot around town to spend a Saturday morning?

If you guys have any better opening lines, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I am not great at coming up with my own. I want something that would be fun to answer, but also tells me a little more about their personality.

(I should mention that Bumble/Hinge also have a “question” feature where you can pick a question from a random list and both of you answer it. Sometimes I use that feature, but sometimes I feel really lazy about using it rather than asking a question on my own.)

3) Set aside time at least twice a day to swipe/respond to messages. I am terrible at keeping up with my dating apps. It just feels like so much work that sometimes, I’ll start a conversation with someone and then forget to open my dating app for a week. (Can you see why I needed this book?!) Thankfully, Ury doesn’t think you need to spend all day on your dating apps, but she does note that you should set aside time every day to swipe and respond to messages. I think I will set aside 10 minutes in the afternoon and 10 minutes in the evening for this. It can be something I do while reading on the couch or watching TV, and if I’m not actively messaging with anyone, I don’t need to spend, like, a full 10 minutes swiping (or I could use the time to update my photos, answer a new prompt, etc.). What I need is to schedule it into my day so I don’t go 3 days between messages (which is what just happened with someone I was messaging with, oops).

4) Set dates within 72 hours of messaging. Oh, setting that dreaded first date. I used to get so caught up in textual relationships—a relationship that mainly happens over text and dating app messages. I’ve gotten better about it. Once we’ve exchanged a few messages and things seem to be going well, I’ll propose meeting up for a coffee date.

5) Have a pre-date ritual. Before one first date I had, I put on my makeup while leaving a Marco Polo video for Mikaela, and that was such a lovely way for me to get excited about the date. I talked to her about the person I was going out with and what I was hoping for from the date, and that memory holds a special place in my heart. The book recommends that all daters have a pre-date ritual to put yourself in the right headspace. You shouldn’t be rushing out to the date in between work meetings or after a sweaty workout. Make it special! Maybe it’s doing a 10-minute meditation, or chatting on the phone with a friend, or drinking a small glass of wine beforehand to loosen you up. For me, I think I’ll probably continue doing these Marco Polo videos for Mikaela before each date. She’s someone who is always excited to hear about my dating life (without making me feel like I must go on dates and put myself out there), and it makes me feel a little less alone in this journey.

6) Have a go-to first date spot. One of my least favorite parts of dating is choosing that first date spot. Do we do dinner or a drink? A coffee shop or a bar? Do we meet in the middle or close to one of our homes? What’s the parking situation like? Should I Uber there or not? So many decisions before you ever get to that first date! That’s why I love this idea: just choose your first date spot and stick with it. I’ll probably need to find two first date spots: one near me in St. Petersburg and one in Tampa (at least with the men I’ve dated, if they live in Tampa, they do not want to come to St. Pete for a first date). But that way, I know exactly where I’m going, how long it takes to drive there, what the parking situation is, what the seating is like, and what to order. As someone with social anxiety, which makes dating 1000x harder, this is something that gives me a little slice of comfort before something as scary as a first date.

7) Have a debrief after the date. I loved this idea from the book of checking in with yourself after the date. Ury lays out a handful of questions to ask yourself so you can better understand how you really felt about the person you just went out with:

  • What side of me did they bring out?
  • How did my body feel during the date? Stiff, relaxed, or something in between?
  • Do I feel more energized or de-energized than I did before the date?
  • Is there something about them I’m curious about?
  • Did they make me laugh?
  • Did I feel heard?
  • Did I feel attractive in their presence?
  • Did I feel captivated, bored, or something in between?

In the book, Ury says that knowing you have these questions to answer after the date makes you more aware of how you’re feeling during the date. I am someone who is always fairly aware of how I’m feeling, especially whether someone is making me feel comfortable and relaxed or insecure and awkward. And this checklist focuses less on how the person looked and acted and what they said, and more on how I felt on the date. Even if it’s someone who checks all of my boxes, if I felt uncomfortable during the date, then that’s what I need to pay attention to.

8) Always say yes to a second date. I’ll admit that I am an all-or-nothing girl when it comes to dating. If I don’t feel that spark on the first date, I’m not going on the second date. It’s either there or it isn’t, but Ury stresses in the book that we should always say yes to a second date, even if the first one wasn’t that great. (Of course, if the person made rude comments or made you feel uncomfortable in any way, you do not owe anyone a second date!) But if it was just a lackluster first date, what’s the harm in giving it another shot with a second date? Maybe they were nervous or had a bad day or were distracted for some reason. This will be a hard rule for me to follow because I have limited energy levels and it’s difficult for me to keep going on dates with someone I’m not super excited about, but I’m going to give it a try and see how things go.

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If this feels like a lot of work, hello, welcome to dating. It is a lot of work and that’s why I go through long periods of not dating. Putting in so much effort with the chance that it can be all for naught is one of the reasons I haven’t ever fully invested myself in the dating process. Add to the fact that I’m an introvert with social anxiety and sometimes dating feels like an insurmontable task, based on how I’m feeling on a particular day. But I do it because of the times when it has worked for me. When I have found someone I click with on such a deep level that they’re all I can think about. I do it for the butterflies, the anticipation, the way it feels to fall head over heels for someone. I do it because I want to find my person and I truly believe they are out there.

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That Time of the Month

NOTE: Alright, you guys, I’m about to get fully “TMI” all about periods in this post. I know people have different comfort levels when talking about things like this, so I want to have this disclaimer up front if this isn’t your thing. But if it is, read on! It’s about to get real.

I was 10 and in 4th grade when I started menstruating. I was very much embarrassed by the whole process and furious at my mom for telling my dad, even though of course she did. We weren’t a family that was very open about things like this: periods and sex and private parts. So it felt like it should be something that should be kept between my mom and me.

Thinking back, I was so young when I started having periods. Elementary school! I remember that one of my closest friends in 5th grade also started her period early and we could commiserate with each other. However, she also had to deal with cramps every month and I didn’t start getting cramps until a couple of years later.

When I was younger, I was really bad at knowing when my period was coming (I doubt it was super regular back then, but even if it was, 12-year-olds aren’t the best at understanding schedules). I always seemed to get my period in the middle of the school day when I didn’t have a pad in my backpack to use. I’m sure I could have gone to the school nurse for a pad, but that was way too embarrassing to even contemplate! Instead, I would either wind toilet paper around my underwear or call my mom to come pick me up. When my mom was young, she would get awful, awful cramps during her period so her grandma would pick her up from school on those days—so she understood how I was feeling.

Back then, periods were something to be whispered about. My mom would always call it “that time of the month” and I doubt boys learned anything about periods during our sex ed classes. (My school put on a sex ed seminar for us in 5th grade, but they separated the boys and girls, and I am 99% sure the boys didn’t learn about periods.) I’m really glad that periods are less secretive now, but it’s hard for me to shake this feeling that they should be a private part of our lives. Even writing this post feels crazy! Should I really write 1,000+ words about periods? Ahh!

But periods are an essential bodily function that anyone who has a uterus has to deal with, and I’m really glad they aren’t such a secretive thing anymore. I hope that there are period products in middle and high school bathrooms, and that those who have periods feel comfortable talking about them. We shouldn’t have to hide our tampons in our pockets when we’re going to the bathroom, we should be able to take time off work for cramps and general malaise, and there most definitely shouldn’t be a tax on period products.

The Girl Next Door Podcast, one of my all-time faves, released an excellent episode all about periods a few weeks ago, which prompted me to write a post about the subject (I truly get all of my best blog ideas from this podcast). I loved the honest conversation they had about their own periods and the experiences they’ve had with different products. I wanted to continue this conversation so we can keep talking about periods because they are such a big part of the lives of uterus-having people and we need to talk more about them.

My history with my period

As I mentioned, I started having periods when I was 10 and they were fairly regular (28 days like clockwork!) right up until I was in my late twenties. Then, I started having really long cycles, around 40-50 days between periods. Some months, I would miss my period entirely! And when my period did come, it would be light with only 3-4 days of bleeding. I wasn’t all that worried about it at the time; I wasn’t sexually active or trying to have a baby. I was mostly happy that I didn’t have to worry about my period as much as other people did!

When I finally started seeing a gynecologist (I waited a long time to see a gynecologist for the first time because I was just way too embarrassed about letting a doctor see my private parts!), they were pretty concerned about my long cycles and prescribed birth control to try to help me regulate my periods. Another gynecologist was convinced that I have PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) and wanted me to go through the rigamarole of diagnosis. I didn’t go through with everything I needed to do to get a diagnosis because it seemed like a lot of work (and a lot of money; an ultrasound was involved) for something that didn’t have a cure, only management. While there are some health conditions that can be attributed to PCOS (like type 2 diabetes), its main complications are pregnancy-related. PCOS could make it harder for me to get pregnant, make it easier for me to miscarry, and increase my chances of having gestational diabetes or premature birth if I were pregnant. These complications would be heartbreaking if I wanted to have a baby, but I don’t and I am so grateful for that. As such, getting a PCOS diagnosis wouldn’t change my day-to-day life very much.

Now, I’m on birth control mainly to regulate my periods and I tend to get a period every three months or so. I don’t mind being on birth control; it’s easy, it doesn’t mess with my hormones, and it keeps me from getting a period every month, which is A-OK with me! My periods last around 4-5 days with normal flow.

Cramps, PMS, and other side effects of my period

When I was younger, one of the tell-tale signs I would get before starting my period was a few days of light cramps. The cramps wouldn’t be anything too horrendous; just uncomfortable enough to remind me that my period was coming and I better get ready. Then, the day before getting my period, I would get really bad cramps that would continue through days 1 or 2 of my period. Ibuprofen and Midol were a godsend during those days. These days, the cramps usually only happen on the day my period comes and they can be uncomfortable, but one dose of ibuprofen is usually enough to keep the pain at bay.

I’ve never dealt with the more serious sides of PMS or PMDD, but I definitely go through moody periods that can be attributed to a hormone shift. These days, since I’m really out of tune with when my period will come (since it comes so infrequently and I’m no longer tracking my cycles), I always think that moodiness is due to my own anxiety disorder. So I’ll have a few days where I feel like my life is falling apart and everyone hates me and I’m crying at the drop of a hat… and then my period arrives and it’s like a lightbulb goes off. “Ohhh, ok. Just PMS then.” It always makes me feel better when that happens! We can’t control these crazy hormone swings, so we gotta just ride them out.

The other side effects I get from my period are bloating, feeling low energy, slight back pain, digestive issues, and hormonal zits. The bloating and low energy just make me feel a bit blah, but again, since I’m not tracking my periods, I often think this is a mental health crisis when it’s just my hormones. The back pain is mostly just a little irritating and makes me worry I strained a muscle during a workout or something. The digestive issues are, of course, no fun to deal with but surprisingly, this is the side effect that tips me off these days that my period might be coming. And, lastly, hormonal zits. I did not think I would still be getting zits in my mid-thirties but here we are. I get at least one during every period, always on my chin.

Period products

I can’t remember when I started wearing tampons. I think my mom wanted me to wait until I was at least 16 to start using them, so I wore pads for most of my preteens/teenage years. I never loved wearing pads (I especially hated the ones that came with the “wings” that you could attach to your underwear), but I was terrified about the process of wearing tampons. It seemed so complicated!

Eventually, though, I got the hang of wearing tampons and now that’s what I wear today when I’m on my period. I have been intrigued about menstrual cups, although I’m intimidated about the process of getting used to wearing one. I’m less concerned about the whole “cleaning it out” process since I work from home and I can just set up my day so I’m home when I need to change it. But what I am most intrigued to try are period underwear, like Thinx. Since I don’t have a very heavy flow these days, I think it would be so cool to not have to worry about changing out a tampon every few hours. Just put on the period underwear and go. If anyone has used period underwear, I want all of your thoughts and opinions!

Period stories

We all have some insane period stories, don’t we? Here are some of mine:

+ Like I mentioned above, I was so embarrassed about having a period when I was younger, especially since I started mine so early. When I was in 6th grade, I went to a week-long summer camp with my church group and I was worried that I was going to start my period during camp. Aside from the camp counselors, I was going to be one of the oldest there since this church group’s age limit was 12. As such, I knew I was going to be the only camper who had started her period. So instead, I prepped all of my underwear with pads. I had a separate stash of underwear without pads just in case I didn’t start my period while at camp, but I spent time painstakingly opening and sticking pads to another stash of underwear so I could just grab-and-go if necessary. (And good thing I did, because I did start my period while at camp!)

+ There was an afternoon when I was in middle school where my whole family was coming over to go swimming. I was so excited! And then I got my period. I begged my mom to let me try wearing a tampon so I could swim with everyone else, and she finally relented. We got tampons with cardboard applicators and it was nearly impossible for me to insert it. It hurt so much! I was able to swim with everyone, but I was so uncomfortable the whole time and I swore off tampons for a good long time after that.

+ Does anyone else worry that they’ve left a tampon inside them for days or weeks at a time? Because I sure do! It never fails that a few days after I finish my period, I start worrying that I forgot to take that last tampon out and it’s been stuck inside me and I’m going to need medical intervention to remove it. It’s the worst kind of fear because ugh, how embarrassing would it be to go to the ER for that and does this mean I’m going to get that dreaded toxic shock syndrome that I’ve always been worried about?! It’s never happened, but I know I can’t be alone in this anxiety. (Another reason to try period underwear!)

Categories: About Me

Alcohol Intolerance & How I Approach Drinking Today

I have a complicated history when it comes to alcohol and drinking in general. My grandfather (Pops) was a recovering alcoholic, so out of respect for him, we never had alcohol at our holiday gatherings, picnics, birthdays, etc. My dad would drink beer when he watched football games and such, but for the most part, I don’t remember us having beer, wine, or any other kind of alcohol in our home. We probably did, but my parents didn’t drink around us at all.

My only real association with alcohol was that it made my dad mean and angry. Alcohol made him yell at the TV when watching football games. It made him yell at my mother. It made him punch holes in the walls.

I wanted nothing to do with alcohol. After all, I wanted to be a good Christian girl and good Christian girls do not drink alcohol. Getting drunk is a sin, an abomination in the eyes of God.

So I didn’t drink. I wasn’t tempted by it, either. It just wasn’t something that was for me, and I was fine with it.

The summer after I graduated high school, I had a few tipsy nights with some girlfriends where we drank wine coolers and fruity pina coladas. It was my first time drinking and you know what? I really enjoyed myself! There was something so risque about being underage and drinking with my girlfriends. It just wasn’t something a girl like me did, and I had a lot of fun exploring this new side of me.

These few tipsy night also weren’t my pathway to sin and debauchery, as the church would have me believe. After a handful of tipsy nights, I was back on the straight and narrow.

I turned 21 and I allowed myself to have a drink now and then. It was never something that totally interested me, though. I didn’t really like the taste of alcohol and I always much preferred an ice-cold soda to a fruity cocktail.

I don’t really know when I started drinking on a more regular basis. (And let me be clear, a “more regular basis” for me means maybe one drink per month.) I think it just happened naturally as I became more comfortable with myself, started to recognize that you could be a good Christian girl and drink alcohol, and developed stronger friendships (which entailed more dinners with friends and nights out). I figured out which types of drinks I liked (ciders, fruity cocktails, margaritas) and which ones I didn’t (any kind of beer, martinis, wine). I enjoyed trying new drinks, although I never drank enough to get drunk. That wasn’t the point of drinking for me—I just wanted to drink something that tasted good, and if it did, I’d likely sip it slowly throughout the course of a meal.

It took me a long time to unlearn the lessons I had been told as a kid: that alcohol was bad, that those who drink only do it to get drunk, and that getting drunk is also bad. These were the things I learned from being in an evangelical church community and from seeing the way alcohol had nearly ruined Pops’ life and wasn’t doing any favors in my father’s life. But there are pleeeeenty of people who drink responsibly, and there’s also nothing wrong with getting drunk and enjoying yourself for a night. Sometimes, getting drunk is the best way for me to loosen up and have fun when I’m out at an event where I might feel uncomfortable and inhibited due to my social anxiety. I appreciate how alcohol can turn me into a person who is not afraid to dance at weddings, enter crowded bars, and sing loudly with strangers—all things a sober Stephany would balk at.

Sometime in my late twenties, I began to notice I was having really weird reactions whenever I drank alcohol. My head would feel like it was on fire. My face, neck, and ears would get super red, almost like I was breaking out in hives. Sometimes, I would feel dizzy and nauseous, like I had been drugged. Every now and then, my arms would break out in hives.

In short, I likely have some sort of alcohol intolerence, which is a metabolic disorder that happens when a person’s body cannot properly break down a certain enzyme in alcohol. This disorder has been known as “Asian flush syndrome,” as it affects the Asian population at a much higher rate. All of the symptoms I mentioned above are present in people with alcohol intolerance.

The only problem is, I don’t always have a reaction when drinking alcohol. Sometimes, I’m fine! Other times, I’m not. And I haven’t been able to pinpoint when it will happen. It’s not limited to a certain type of alcohol, or a certain kind of drink, or a certain time of day. It’s happened when I’m drinking on an empty stomach and when I’m not drinking on an empty stomach. It’s almost like I play a game of Russian roulette every time I drink: will I have a reaction this time, or will it all be ok?

It’s because of this semi-alcohol interolance that I decided, in 2021, to stop drinking entirely. And as someone who isn’t a huge drinker anyway, it felt like it was that perfect excuse I could give when people asked why I wasn’t drinking. (Thankfully, most of the people in my friend group aren’t huge drinkers either, so it’s never been an issue, but in dating and with other friends, it can be seen as weird.)

NGS wrote about this last month—the plight of the non-drinker in a society that widely celebrates drinking—and her post was so relatable. It can be difficult to be a thirty-something non-drinker and that’s why I’ve always loved my built-in excuse for why I’m not drinking. “Oh, I’m allergic to alcohol,” I’ll say offhandedly, if someone asks. But also, why do I need this excuse? Isn’t it enough to say, “I don’t drink” or “I don’t like alcohol” without dealing with the opinions and questions from other people?

Our society glorifies drinking to an unhealthy extent. From “Mommy’s drinking wine” to bottomless mimosa brunches to every social event being an excuse to drink, it’s all around us and it can feel very isolating if you’re someone who doesn’t like to drink. I often feel very weird about my disinclination for drinking; there’s this part of me that wants to be that suave thirty-something with a wine subscription and a bar cart in my dining room filled with alcohol. Instagram makes drinking so enticing, doesn’t it? But that’s just not who I am and, deep down, not who I want to be. If that’s your jam, I love that for you. But it’s not for me, it’s not for many of us, and that needs to be just as accepted and celebrated. Sobriety isn’t only for recovering alcoholics. It’s also for people who just don’t want to drink, too.

While I didn’t quit drinking completely in 2021—I quickly realized that I do need the liquid courage of alcohol when I’m at events like weddings, and sometimes I really enjoy drinking a cider or fruity cocktail, especially if I can’t taste the alcohol in it, ha—going through the machinations of quitting drinking helped me to become better at telling people that I don’t drink. It’s fine if you do, but it’s just not something I’m interested in. I don’t keep any alcohol at home (I once had a handful of White Claws in my fridge for at least a year, and that helped me to realize I don’t need to have alcohol at home). I don’t even own wine glasses! I’ll order a drink if something catches my eye, but I’m also just as happy sipping ice water or a soda.

These days, I’m not exactly sure where I stand with alcohol. I enjoy it, but I could also never have another drink again and I’d be completely fine. It’s not something I need, nor crave, on a regular basis. I wish it were more socially acceptable to be a non-drinker—not only to support recovering alcoholics, but also so people can say that they don’t like to drink without it becoming a conversation filled with questions and unnecessary opinions. It’s nobody’s business why you aren’t drinking, and that needs to be more socially acceptable.

My alcohol intolerance gave me a built-in excuse for not drinking, but I’ve also come to realize that I don’t need this excuse. I’m an adult that doesn’t really like to drink, and that’s enough.