on Apricot Tea* and coming back to my roots
*the real ones know
Back in the day—like, way way back—I used to have this blog called Apricot Tea. It was a fashion blog -slash- personal diary -slash- place of stream of consciousness where I would write, explore, express, and create myself as I made my way through the rawness of my very early 20s. Mixed in amongst the vegetarian recipes I was cooking and the photos of the outfits I put together furnished by Target and H&M were writings I shared about what it was like being married at such a young age, how I was navigating my recently diagnosed generalized anxiety disorder, and how I was finding my way as I individuated myself from my conservative upbringing.