Nobody puts baillee in the corner

If you know me at all, you know I don’t wear jeans. In fact, I don’t wear real pants at all. Why? I hate the way I look in them. It’s where I find myself the most self-conscious. That’s why I haven’t worn them since I quit HEB…which was over two years ago. I avidly…

During my senior year of college, a “friend” (aka an old resident that I haven’t seen in two years and who, to quote Romy White, is a “bad person with an ugly heart”) and I were talking about my dating life. He wound up making the comment that my height and pixie cut attributed to…

One of the biggest drawbacks to growing up is having to say goodbye to the things of your childhood. As everyone’s favorite, emotionally ruthlessly movie My Dog Skip taught us, growing up often includes saying goodbye to your beloved animals. Two weeks ago, I had to do just that. We got Marvel Ann when I…

Is it even possible to simply like someone anymore? I mean a “check yes or no,” giggly and giddy, share your Snack Pack with, and tease them on the playground, like someone. (Judging by my comparisons, it’s been at least 15 years, and I clearly haven’t been on a real date since the second grade).…

The hardest part of wanting something is realizing you eventually have to let go. It’s the second you realize no matter how much you physically and emotionally yearn for it, the outcome is completely dependent on whatever powerful force or entity you believe in. Whether it’s dating someone, landing the job, or finally watching all…

I’ve always been tickled pink by those “to my future husband/wife” letters. I think the sentiment behind them is very sweet, but at times, some of them can come across as very melodramatic. After reading a couple of the ones trickling through my Facebook feed, I felt inspired. (Fair warning, if you don’t want to…

Being in your early 20s is delightfully weird. I officially graduated high school six years ago (fingers crossed everyone read my reunion post and won’t invite me to the 10 year reunion), so I’ve reached the point where I identify with many a’ post grad indie movie character. I work at a quirky ice cream…

I’ve often been told I’m too nice. I’ve been called a pushover, a doormat, and ever other weirdly offensive insult in the book. Now I’ll be the first to admit I can have a problem sticking up for myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to lie down for anything. (Boo to all of you…

Dear Maya Rudolph, I’m not writing this for you to ever see it nor for it become some viral thingy (yet again distinguishing me as a gen-Y and not a Millennial because there is definitely a difference). I’m writing this because I want to thank you. You see, I was in the audience for your…

I’ve been hearing about the idea of the “high school body” more and more. I only graduated six years ago, and women my age are already seeking to regain the bodies they had in high school. Now, my dear readers, as you have deducted by now, I am the queen of body positivity. If you…