Shattered Glass

Monday, May 14, 2012

A Quaint Reminder


I've decided it's time for me to bust open the door to this seemingly welded gilded cage and ARIZONA.

For those of you who've been keeping up with my recent posts, you're aware of my recent self-discovery which took place during my retreat to Tucson - sometimes retreats are necessary to remind yourself and the world what TRULY matters.

Health. Love. Happiness.

Those 30 days were some of the most revealing days of my life. Countless memorable moments, raw memories, ones that have motivated me to go back.

Since being back home I've digressed into some "old" habits - you know, the ones that convince you to listen to that critical inner voice telling you who you should be, what you should be and why you should be it? Yea, those toxic habits.

But, starting May 30th, I'm leaving those habits here. This camel has taken her last straw.

Fittingly, I ran across a "quaint" little reminder today, despite the fact that I found it on one of my notorious little gossip sites, the point is that somehow it reminded me of all those things I learned about myself while out there by myself. 

A quote, well an excerpt, from a documentary that Demi Moore produced called, "The Conversation." 

It's pretty powerful, the whole concept really. Initiating a global conversation about femininity and all it entails. Heavy stuff. 

As I looked within myself I found that this quote resonated with me so deeply, as an individual, but especially as a woman. Perhaps, it reminded me to reconsider the beauty within my vulnerability and the perfection within my imperfections:

courtesy of

"...It’s like, we’re beautiful not because of what size we are, we’re beautiful because of how your mind works and you’re beautiful because you have this gorgeous heart and that comes from way more than you fitting in some size two dress. And we’re beautiful because of all these things that come up and tumble out of us and that’s beautiful because I just always feel like I love being a woman. I really love it...." -  A. Keys

However, if ever, you digest these words I urge you to let them marinate. Maybe a physical retreat isn't an option for you at the moment, but a mental retreat certainly always is. No matter the day, time, or space.

I'm curious to know where these words lead you on your rediscovery....

Bon Voyage!

Thursday, April 19, 2012


The beauty of the female form always leaves me in awe. Now, I'll admit, I too, like most women, grapple with bouts of insecurity  issues now and then. Hey, I'm not proud, I'm human.

As I was getting ready to head out to the gym today I packed the usuals - mags, headphones, iphone, water...motivation...and I made my way!

The gym and I haven't always been "amigos". Let's just say, we went through a pretty severe break-up after years of what felt like an abusive relationship.

Essentially, I worked myself to the bone, literally.

As I sat on the bike, peddling away, I couldn't help but absorb everything around me. It's amazing what one notices when given the opportunity to...breathe.

The vast array of bodies, shapes, work outs, will power, drive, confidence, style - I was taken aback. I wasn't focused on myself, as per usual. Suddenly, I had this new-found appreciation for others.

It felt, well, refreshing!

Every time I go to the gym I find myself "nit-picking" - oh this is too flabby, this is too saggy, this could be tighter, this could look firmer. I can't recall ever having something positive to say about myself, not even "congrats for dragging your butt here!"

Sad, I know. 

As I looked around the gym I noticed that while every person in there was working...working hard...their faces didn't look miserable, they had "acceptance" written all over their faces. 

I had been reading the Spring Edition of InStyle while on the bike and suddenly this inherent pressure I felt to look like Jen Aniston on the cover faded.


Such a profound concept. By definition, "to accept" means to "receive something or someone with favor or approval."

It's almost comical. The countless amount of times I've accepted others and yet refused to accept myself. From my body, to my smile, to my skin tone, to my hair...nothing was good enough.

For 10 years, I lived and breathed the impossibility  of perfection.

After leaving the gym, I ran across this picture on my girlfriend's Facebook page and it resonated with me.

There's something about the unique stance of each individual woman that radiates - acceptance.


The fact of the matter is -  a power greater than any single one of us made us who we are; well at least that's how I perceive things, that's when my ignorance isn't clouding my vision of course.

Having put that out there...I have a proposal.

For you readers out there I challenge you to answer these 3 questions.

1. What if, instead of waking up and critiquing what you see in the bathroom mirror, you dare yourself to ACCEPT what you see?

2. What if, you started the day off celebrating yourself instead of destroying yourself? 

3. When was the last time you said to yourself, "I LOVE YOU JUST AS YOU ARE?" How did you feel?

Just some "food for thought" the next time you pencil in a workout!


Monday, April 16, 2012

"A Smile, Now That's Priceless..."

We all have good days. And then there are those notorious bad ones. The "I feel terrible from the inside out, I'll just wear my PJs around all day" kind of days.  

We've all been sucked into the slumps. Myself included. 

This past week I've worn my PJs around more than I'd like to count; but, this morning, well I decided to do something different. 

I tried, rather. 

I'm a firm believer in baby steps.I mean, why intentionally set yourself up for failure? The road to success isn't as seamless as a sprint to the finish line. Nor as instantaneous as the snap of a finger.

For those of you who doubt me, track your progress and then check back in about five years, are you there yet? Maybe...maybe not.

I woke up this morning after 3 successfully torturous nights of insomnia and felt...E.M.P.T.Y.

No energy, no feeling...nothing. My exhaustion finally caught up with me. Trying to put on "the face" wasn't even an option today.  

And yet, something changed. I changed.

Every morning I read inspirational quotes or articles; cliche I know, but hey sometimes it's the little things that make all the difference in the the day...

This morning's came in the form of a poem. A poem that speaks truth in a melodic, yet profoundly vulnerable way.

A poem by an unknown author. 
An author who found power in the simple act of smiling.

For many people, smiles are pretty little facades. A "distraction" that sugar coats reality. 

Over the years, I've mastered the art of manipulating the innocence of my very own smile. I've gotten so good as to fool even myself into thinking that I'm truly happy. 

All the while, still in those infamous same pajamas.

Today, I managed to trade in the PJs for some workout clothes and I hit the gym...boy did it feel...GREAT!

I smiled from the second I committed to get outta bed, to the second I left the gym...and this time...I felt every muscle. It was a genuine act of gratitude.

For me, learning to believe in the power of smiling was enough to get me to smile. 

So, having shared my story,I too wanted to share my inspiration.  

The author may be unknown, but the content, well I believe it's known to us all.  


A smile costs nothing, but gives much-
It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever.
None are so rich that can get along without it-
And none are so poor but that can be made rich by it.

It enriches those who receive, without making poor those who give-
It creates sunshine in the home,
Fosters good will in business,
And is the best antidote for trouble-
And yet it cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is of no value
Unless it is given away.

Some people are too busy to give you a smile-
Give them one of yours-
For the good Lord knows that no one needs a smile so badly
As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.


                May this change your tomorrow...xo.

Friday, April 13, 2012

'Tis The Season For...Pastels?

I spent a majority of the afternoon outside playing with my precious puppy, Halo Olivia.

My Darling Pup

Cutie that she is...that little white spot on her nose - gets me every time! 

But enough K-9 chitter chatter, back to the topic at hand...


Buffalo is a true four seasons city; when it snows, boy does it S.N.O.W. But when the sun is shining, get those shades and smiles out...and SPF!

Playing in the sun all day just got me thinking...the colors of Spring are just to die for. There's something about the classy softness of pastels that I absolutely adore. 

Essie has an awesome Spring 2012 collection out right now, I was actually at Target earlier today and tested all the colors out (sssshhh, that'll just be our little secret, hehe).

I had a fav, the mint/light green. There's something about the way it complemented my skin that made me just have to buy it.

The beauty of living somewhere with four seasons is that one doesn't have to go far to find a color palette from which to draw inspiration. 

Open the window, walk down the street, breathe in the air and... 

WAH-LA. Suddenly, you know what color dress to wear.

Feeling the grass spread between my toes this afternoon really inspired my hue of choice...

Spring into Spring!

What'd ya'll think??? 

People always ask me, do your nails need to match your toes? Well, in my book, they do if your energy is consistent from head to toe. If not, why pretend? Mix it up!

Overall, I felt relaxed, cool, and calm all day...hence MINT!

What are your top 3 polishes for Spring 2012?

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A "Fresh" Angle....

From it's initial inception, this blog has been a tribute to all those courageous people out there who dare to live their personal TRUTH day in and day out - 24/7, 365. 

Living out my personal truth hasn't always been easy. I liken the journey to that of a roller-coaster ride - a series of ups and downs. 

Perhaps at breakfast I enjoy my own company, but by lunch I'm ready for a change...sound familiar?

As I've gotten older I've realized that owning my truth has a lot to do with identifying and owning my character - my likes, dislikes, needs, wants, desires. 

       ... I wake up every morning to the same question...

The avenue of FASHION is one phenomenally unique way of honing in on who you are and releasing your spirit in a dynamic, colorful and creative way.

Growing up I was never a follower. I wore whatever I wanted, whatever made me,me. 

Oh, the memories! 

"What is she wearing?" "Who does she think she is? Black and blue never went together?" "Is it Halloween?"

I embrace it all.

Years later, I have come to realize that while fashion is one avenue that helps us identify our own niche, a comfort zone of sorts, there are indeed a host of others. 

For example, what about nature? Think of the countless designers who've created billion dollar collections inspired by the world outside their windows.

I've come to realize over the past few months, while on hiatus, that perhaps I've bought into "my reflection" more than I've bought into my "self". 

"Not everything that glitters is gold, darling."

I spent a month in the desert...just me, mama nature, and those mountains...needless to say I brought nothing fabulous to wear but my smile. 

My Perspective

No heels, no glamour, no make-up...just me...a puritan.
And yet, as unfamiliar as it felt, I can truthfully say, I've never felt more at peace, more beautiful, more confidant, more sexy.

Who knew!  

I realized (perhaps later than sooner) that my "clothes" are only as beautiful and colorful and striking as I look and feel. I mean have you ever gone shopping when you feel like crap? 

I rather watch paint dry.Seriously. 

I chose to kick this new batch of entries off with a "fresh angle"; a new perspective on fashion, identity, beauty, self...

It's all about finding that sense of tranquility and belonging, that BALANCE.

And hey whether you find that in a brand spankin' new pair of J.Brands or in the mountains in Arizona, just appreciate that you found it. 

And remember, not even diamonds look like diamonds in their purest form.

Cheers to a different perspective <3.