back from hiatus..

Hello Everyone! I’m back from my little hiatus with lots of energy. I can’t believe it’s already December and at the same time I am SO GLAD this year is almost over. I’m pretty sure 2016 has been one of the best and worst years of my life. Which is why, starting January 1st, I’m planning a little 12 month challenge for the year of 2017. Each month brings on a different task to challenge yourself and detox your life in order to make 2017 the best year yet. The reason I decided to make this a one task per month challenge is because I thought really making a difference in your life takes time and effort. Taking your time and really putting your whole heart into becoming who you want to be. Marissa (@marissalace on IG and YouTube as well as owner of @lovelightandlace) started her #YearofYou journey just over a year ago. This was a journey of self love and positivity. Now my spin off of this is to not only embrace the concept of her #YearofYou but also use this to improve your life and achieve your goals. Goals are just dreams with a plan. So let’s make a plan. Let’s follow through together. Let’s change our lives. Also thank you to MarissaLace for being her very inspiring self and motivating me to do this. Subscribe to my blog posts to become a part of the journey. Time to live your best life.


-The Girl in the Glitter

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Turn your dreams into achievable goals.

Have you ever seen something and it gives you this overwhelming of desire? That’s a calling. Sometimes it almost feels like anxiety when it falls over you. Sweaty palms, increased heart rate, those recurring thoughts that often cause the other symptoms to multiply…all because you caught a glimpse at the type of lifestyle or career you wish you could have. I know it might seem scary, but it is completely possible to achieve whatever you put your mind to. No, really, it’s not just a cliche. I’m not saying you’re going to wake up a millionaire one day, or that the dream job is going to just fall into your lap (not that, that isn’t possible). I AM saying that if you put your mind towards something and work your ass for it, you CAN achieve it.

Wake up and work hard. Does your job not pay enough or give you enough hours? Find another one. No education? Educate yourself. Take a class or do research and study on your own. Some jobs offer their own certification program. It might not be a degree from a university but it is something on your resume telling your future employer, “Hey, look at me!” Two years ago I was working a no-opportunity job that made gave me shitty hours and told me I was never good enough. A year ago I was working two jobs, getting almost no sleep and went almost a month with no day off and still wasn’t making enough to live on my own. But I was working hard? Why wasn’t it paying off? Because working with no goal in mind is like driving with no destination and wondering why you’re not there yet. Think about where you want to be in a year, 5 years, 10 years.. Make a plan. Make a vision board if that’s your thing. Listen to motivational speech videos on YouTube (seriously, they are amazing). Do whatever makes you feel inspired and do what you have to, to achieve it.

Last summer, I decided I wanted to buy a new car by March 2016. I wanted to do it on my own, no cosigner, no financial help from anyone. So I worked my ass off. In six months of starting my new job I became an assistant manager. I did this with no prior experience in anything but bussing tables and kissing rude wino’s asses just to make $20 bucks at the end of the night from servers that didn’t want to give me the 1.5 percent of sales that I rightfully deserved (#stillmad). I worked double days at both jobs for weeks. Using every paycheck to stash towards a future car payment or pay my credit cards to keep them at 30% of my credit limits so my credit score would be the best it could be for a 20 year old. I set a goal, had a plan, and I bought my brand new car in December of 2015.

Once I achieved my goal however, I sat on my ass and let the laziness set back in. I forgot what I was working towards. Where do I want to be in a year? What do I visualize for myself? How am I going to achieve that? Well, the answers to those questions bring me to my next piece of advice…

Keep your goals and ambitions to yourself.

The biggest motivator is yourself. Keep it that way. I’m not saying to keep your dreams from your best friends or family who love and support you no matter what. I just know that with everyone sharing every detail of their life on social media/blogs, it’s easy to feel like you want to shout your plans from the rooftops. However, no matter how loud you shout it, the only way to achieve the dreams and goals you want is to work towards them everyday. Never forget that.

-The Girl in the Glitter

P.S. This time next year, I MIGHT let you know what I had planned for the future. 😉




I got my first hate comment…

Instagram, Facebook, Twitter…what do these social media outlets all have in common? Haters. That’s right. People sitting behind a computer typing away hurtful and mean comments with no intentions other than making others feel bad and making themselves feel better about their own insecurities. I’ve watched enough Jaclyn Hill snapchat stories to know that hate comments are real and can make even the Queen of Highlight herself feel down. I’ve had an instagram for at least five years and a Facebook and Twitter for even longer. I thought hate comments were something you earned when you had  10,000+ followers. Boy, oh Boy, was I wrong!!

My instagram (@thegirlintheglitter) following is just under 1,400 people. I don’t make Youtube videos or even consider myself anything more than an amature when it comes to doing my makeup. It’s only been over the last year that I’ve established my everyday makeup routine. Every morning I stand in front of that mirror and it’s like I have a fresh canvas to paint and explore new and creative looks that I love.

Keywords: …I love.

When I post a selfie, I’m not looking for a thousand likes or a hundred comments. I just like putting myself out there, but it’s been so many years I guess I forgot how vulnerable that made me. So when I checked my phone on my break at work I was more than surprised to see a long comment picking me apart about how I looked in a selfie I posted. When I clicked on the account to see who said it the “girl” had no posts, no followers, and was only following 12 other accounts. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the likely hood of the account being real. All that aside…it didn’t make me feel any better. I deleted the rude comment and went back to work with an uneasy and heavy feeling in my stomach. I didn’t know why it hurt my feelings so much but it did. The rest of my shift I couldn’t shake the frustration and started rethinking everything about how I do my makeup, the way I take my selfies and then I realized something…


The hate comment hurt….a lot. But that’s okay. No one else’s opinion matter besides my own. If I like the way I look, whoever doesn’t is their business and it shouldn’t matter if their insecurities causes them to lash out at people. The important thing is that I love myself, inside and out.❤️

Awakening My Inner Goal Digger

For two years after graduation, I really had no plan for what I was going to do, who I was working towards being, or why the hell I was even getting up in the morning. Some days I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to get up and go out there and do whatever it was I was being told by other people that I was supposed to be doing. So this left me needing to make some very important life decisions.

In April of 2015 I started a new part-time job in a small city about 30 minutes away from where I was living at the time. I was commuting before and after my shifts at the restaurant I had already been working at since I was 18. I was broken hearted, stressed, lost…I mean the list could go on. Long story short, I was in a bad place. I needed to wake up and figure out what I was really doing.

At first, working two jobs was easy. Half a day at one place, hop in the car and drive to the other place. Simple right? Well then there was the no days off thing. Holy crap that is hard! I think the longest I went was 21 days before my brain had officially turned into mush and I asked my coworkers to help me switch some shifts for some personal time, you know, one whole day off from both jobs. I don’t care how hard you grind, everyone needs a break at sometimes otherwise your head WILL explode.

I got a little off track there, okay so when I started this new job I really wanted to reinvent myself and reevaluate what my goals were. Prioritize my life and really get going on what was best for me and my future. I often have a rough time staying motivated. I can get inspired by something, become really excited for a while but slowly lose focus and end up forgetting or dropping out altogether. This time though, dropping out was not an option. I was determined to pay down my credit card debt until my credit score was good enough to buy myself a new car, on my own, without a cosigner. To do that I needed to stay motivated even when I was exhausted.

How do you do that though? What gets a person who sucks at staying motivated to stay motivated?

One word. QUOTES.

It might sound cliche but going through Pinterest or finding inspirational Instagram pages (@bossbabe is one of my favorites) that go along with what you’re working towards gets you going! For me it was the fire behind the posts. The following. I wasn’t the only one out there getting my hustle on and it was awesome. Now every time I’m feeling down or unmotivated, I pop on and BAM there’s a million other girls standing together to get motivated and slay their days. I also loved reading articles on everyday routines of successful women. Business women who have to stay motivated and work hard everyday to maintain their success and build it further.

It doesn’t take much to awaken your inner boss. Go online, read articles, read quotes. Do research for fun and discover the amazing world of people out there staring life in the face, setting goals, and never stopping until they reach them. Everybody has their own thing that keeps them motivated. What’s yours?

-The Girl in the Glitter



How gaining weight changed my life…


For as long as I can remember I have always been skinny. I never went through a chubby phase or even gained much weight. The reason behind that is probably because I played on some sort of soccer team from 2000-2013. Considering I spent more than half my life on a soccer field, my body type was always considered “athletic” and it stayed that way even after high school graduation. I guess my decision to wait to go to college gave me a free pass from the freshman 15, because even when my diet consisted of Taco Bell or Jack n the Box I never gained more than a pound.

When I was 19, my life went through some pretty abrupt changes. I moved back home, started a second job, and had to start figuring out what I was doing with my life. For the first three months I lived off Jack n the Box tacos, Coors Original, and about 3-4 hours of sleep. There was a point I worked 21 days in a row and I seriously started to lose my mind. I was stressed beyond measure, making poor choices in relationships, and even worse choices when it came to my health. In April of 2015 I weighed 115 pounds, by July I weighed in at 99 pounds. I was sucked up and skinny, had lost the natural color in my face and was packing on the bronzer and blush to make me at least look human. The funny thing is I thought I looked great, that is until size 0 jeans didn’t seem to fit anymore. I was physically and mentally sick with stress, anxiety, and bad decisions.

I had dabbled in some recipes here and there but in August I made the conscious decision to learn how to cook. I made this decision because I was tired of being helpless in the kitchen and wanted to make sure I was getting the nutrients my body needed. Now I didn’t go crazy and do some 21 day detox or whatever, I just started with the basics. For me, the basics was pastas. Man, oh man…I LOVE PASTA. That could almost be an understatement, let’s be real here.

With more and more recipes under my belt, time went on, and so did the pounds. Now I can’t blame pasta for all of the weight gain, I also went on the depo shot in June (weight gain is known as one of the side effects), however I didn’t start gaining weight until September. At first I really didn’t notice or care, it wasn’t until my boyfriend pointed out that my booty was looking extra awesome in my jeans one day. Looking in the mirror, I had to agree with him…I was looking good.

It’s now May and I’m weighing in at 129.5. That’s the most I’ve weighed, ever. At first I was a little taken back by it. I wore baggy shirts, never really accentuating any part of my body in my clothes. Almost as if I was hiding my new figure behind my clothes. Then I decided to buy one of those tight tank top dresses. It’s a body con dress that comes down to about mid calf and has about a three inch slit on one side. I absolutely LOVE this dress but I wasn’t sure how I would look in it because I really hadn’t worn anything super tight since I gained the weight, but I said what the hell and put it on anyway. On my way to work I stopped at my boyfriend’s work to drop off his wallet that he had left at home. When I got there the first thing he said was something to the effect of my dress doing some pretty amazing things for my butt. I turned red as per usual and laughed it off. Then when I got to work, before my coworkers even said hello to me they proceeded to tell me how bomb diggity I looked in this dress. At this point I’m just thinking I need this dress in every color it comes in! All day long, customers were complimenting me and going on about how great I looked. About halfway through the day I know it has to be the fact my confidence level was through the damn roof on top of this killer dress, but obviously something was different. What was it? So I check myself out in the mirror and realized what the hell the big deal was…I had CURVES.

I’ve always had thicker thighs from sports but my butt was average, my hips were basically non-existent, and I could have been captain of the itty-bitty-titty-committy. Seeing this different side of me was shocking and almost terrifying, but looking back and seeing the sad, sucked up, starving version of myself when I wasn’t eating was more terrifying. I’ve never felt THIS good about my body. I literally radiate confidence and am not afraid to accentuate my new and wonderful curves instead of hiding them. Don’t get me wrong, a baggy tshirt still makes a comeback on casual fridays but I’m done using clothes as a shield. Fashion is FUN but it is not a mask! If I could give any advice to any girls out there not feeling very body positive, don’t hide behind your clothes! Find what works for you and DO YOU, GIRL.

-The Girl in the Glitter


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What I learned working at my first job


I remember being almost 16, work permit in hand, being driven around town by my mom going into places like the new Baskin Robbins that was opening up, asking for applications. I probably only filled out half of them, and never turned in any. Looking back now, I wish I would have went out and got a job while I was in High School. Maybe I would have been more distracted by my fat stacks of cash than why that boy I liked wasn’t texting me back. All joking aside, when I did get my first job, I was fresh out of school, no plans for fall, and not one cent in my pocket aside from change I made babysitting that mostly just covered the cost of gas in my Volvo. I had no idea what to expect, where the job would take me, or even what I was really getting myself into.

The great thing about growing up in a small town, there’s usually one or two businesses hiring, and at least one of them has someone you’re either related to or friends with that already works there. In my case, it was the restaurant on Main St. next to the hotel my mom used to work at. I’d basically grown up at the place. They used to serve Sarsparilla on tap when I was younger. I’d go to work with my mom and hang out next door with whoever was working that day. Never would have thought I was going to end up working there…and when I started I never would have expected to learn as much as I did. No job is perfect, but every job is an opportunity to learn.

For two years I bussed tables. I know, I know, it wasn’t rocket science or anything but my job was hard. Not so much because the tasks themselves were difficult, but working with the public, is physically and emotionally taxing. People are genuinely mean for no reason other than the fact that they can be. There were nights I left work, got in my car and cried my eyes out for fifteen minutes before driving home. I kept asking myself if the minimum wage and crappy tip percentage was really worth it. In the end, the only regret I have is letting so much crap, for lack of a better word, get to me! The drama between coworkers (sometimes caused by yours truly, I mean let’s be real), the stress of a Sunday Brunch rush when the hot head line cook is cussing out the server in the window and there’s a 4 top with two kids sitting nearby listening, the unknown substance I cleaned up off the bathroom floor (more than once), or that one server that under tips and over works you…it’s all part of the job, it’s not personal. Regardless of all that, if you work in the restaurant industry, whether you’re back of house or front, you build a connection with each other and you become a family, even if you’re a bit dysfunctional. For me, I gained a second dad (Love you, C.J.!), a big brother (who doubles as a pretty awesome manager), amazing friends that I know are always a phone call away, and most importantly, the best friend I could ever ask for and would give my life for.

Not everything about your first job is terrible. I learned a lot about myself and gained the work ethic I lacked for so many years growing up. I learned to appreciate food in a new perspective and gained a huge respect for those who are capable of cooking great food in such a fast-paced setting. I learned that whatever reason that customer or that coworker is being so rude is not my business, but maybe putting in the effort to make their day better doesn’t hurt anyone. I learned that sometimes the reason our bosses aren’t hearing us, is because we’re going the wrong way about reaching out to them. Last but not least, the one thing from my first job that was the most incredibly important lesson; I learned that you aren’t entitled to anything you don’t earn.



-The Girl in the Glitter


5 reasons why it’s okay you didn’t go to college right away

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

I’m just going to be real here, education is ridiculously important. Unless you’re planning on becoming rich and famous overnight, a college degree will at least put you in better shape statistically when it comes to climbing that financial ladder. However, if you know you’re not quite ready to jump back into the classroom, THAT’S OKAY TOO. At 20 years old, not one day have I ever regretted the decision to wait to go to college, and these are the reasons why:

1. Just because you’re “supposed” to go to college, doesn’t mean you have to.

So many of my classmates from high school are now drowning in student loans chasing a degree in something they’re not actually interested in, all because they felt like they were obligated to. It’s easy to feel pressure from parents, teachers, and peers but remember it’s YOUR future, not theirs.

2. You have no idea what you want to do with your life.

Jumping into a University isn’t going to make you wake up one day and realize I want to be a ____ when I grow up. Okay, it could happen, but why spend thousands of dollars on a maybe? Now I’m not saying you can’t take any classes at all. Take that life drawing class you’ve been wanting to take, (p.s. those models are naked and are not limited to ages 20-65) or even take a pilates or kickboxing class and avoid the dreaded freshman 15, do you!

3. You’ve got no idea how to pay bills or live on your own.

Okay, this one is for those of you that were given the opportunity to live at home for free, take classes at your local CC, and be home in time for a nice home-cooked meal from mom. As amazing as that sounds, couple years later when you’re moving away and looking for a job, what experience do you have on your resume? How do you pay rent? Why is car insurance so expensive? HOW much did I spend on food last month, what’s a temporary check and how do I order real ones?… These are the questions you’re asking Mom when you call her begging her to send some cash just to keep the lights on. Sometimes, moving a couple towns over and working a minimum wage job (or a couple jobs) teaches you the fundamentals of adulthood. And Mom is still close enough to come over and cook you dinner every once in awhile. wink. wink.

4. You don’t qualify for any financial aid.

I know there is a billion and one scholarships out there. Sometimes they’re even a little ridiculous. I remember applying for one that was exclusively for left-handed girls with blonde hair…really? Even with odds like those, sometimes your sob-story essay isn’t as good as the next person, and your state and federal says, “Sorry, maybe next semester!” I promise you, paying student loans with every cent you make brewing coffee at Starbz is no way to experience life after high school.

5. The world is out there waiting for you.

Have you ever seen a real waterfall? Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Asked the grinning bobcat why he grins? SEIZE THE DAY. One of my best friends hitchhiked from Illinois to California with not much in his pockets. He even lived in a tent for a few months. 6 years later he’s managing a successful and classy restaurant and even helped them achieve a 1 million dollar goal his first year as general manager. This position did not come easy, long hours and hard work but he also has told me some of the best stories of the places he’s seen and the amazing people he’s met along the way. Between music festivals on the rise, and so many beautiful things to see in the world that maybe spending the BEST years of my life in a classroom isn’t where I want to be just yet.


This year a lot of the people I went to high school with are graduating with their Associate degrees and off to Universities for bigger and better opportunities. I am beyond proud of them and cannot wait to see what lemons life gives them and hope they’re smart enough to make lemonade! I don’t live my life semesters at a time, I live my life a day at a time knowing there is no time limit on a college education. I will get my degree, on my own time and maybe after I take a trip to Thailand or Brazil. -The Girl in the Glitter