New Hair, Who Dis?

The first time I ever dyed my hair I was about to graduate 8th grade. I went from my natural light strawberry blonde to white platinum blonde. I also chopped off about a foot long length of hair and donated it. It may have been the worst haircut of my life but at least it went towards something important. In addition to that, it began this never-ending spiral of weird/out-of-the-ordinary hair color changes. I think looking back, anyone that went to high school with me can associate me as the girl who changed her hair what seemed like every week (cue mostly cringe-worthy high school photos of me) As much as I’d like to think I’ve changed a lot since high school, there are something things that never change. Since my high school graduation in May of 2013 I have had 16 different hair colors. In that time my hair has grown longer and healthier than it ever has been, much thanks to the fantastic hairstylist I have (you can follow her on Instagram @bridalbyclaire or @clairehoneybadgerjulia). Here’s just a couple photos of the magic she’s created for me over the last 4 years:

Now the number one question I always get when I mention changing my hair color or mention what color I’ll be going to is always the same…WHY?

Why the hell not? Most of the time when I’m changing my hair color it usually has to do something with where I am in my life. A new job, relationship (or the end of one), a new home, or maybe just a basic ass new-year-new-me resolution. Whatever the reason may be, it always cracks me up when everyone around me is like…why would you want to dye your hair that color? Sometimes they even go to lengths telling me I shouldn’t do it! Using the famous, “..but your hair looks so pretty blonde!” that my mother is notorious for saying the second I even mention I have an appointment scheduled.

I get it. I know it’s not something that someone who has had the same haircut/color since 2002 will understand. I know that the popular thing to do is rock the same caramel balayage or ombre whichever your favorite Kardashian is wearing but let’s be real…that’s just not my style.

The funny thing about it all is that the only person that truly understands how my hair color coordinates with my style and personality is my girl Claire. She not only does a kick-ass job every time she even touches my hair but she has a way of pulling off the best representation of my personality in my hair color. When I came in this week and told her she had creative control as long as there was blue and purple involved, BOY DID SHE DELIVER! I walked out of that salon not only feeling like a hot bitch but I also felt more like myself than I had in a VERY long time.

So the next time I change my hair and someone asks me that same WHY they always do, the answer is simple…because I want to! 

Don’t ever let someone persuade you to avoid doing something that makes YOU happy. It’s not always about what everyone else thinks. Always remember that your number one priority should always be yourself. Allow yourself to be a little selfish sometimes. There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good. There’s also nothing wrong with being a little different sometimes. So if you want to dye your hair a weird color, do it! If you want to wear white after labor day, who am I to judge? Be whoever you want to be and not in some “stick it to the man” type of way. Just be you for you!

-The Girl in the Glitter 

Instagram: @thegirlintheglitter

Twitter: @TheGirlNGlitter

Don’t forget to check out the magic behind my gorgeous hair transformations, Claire!

Instagram: @bridalbyclaire or @clairehoneybadgerjulia


It’s a bad day, not a bad life.

At the end of 2016, I decided I was done accepting mediocrity. It seems like that was yesterday yet January is basically over. I can’t believe how fast this month has flew by. Looking back though this has so far been a month of productivity and progression in this journey I’ve begun and I have no plan on slowing down.

When it comes to positivity, not everyday is easy. The storms that put Northern California under water were doing more than flooding roads and testing levees. When I first discovered the term Seasonal Depression I thought it was a bunch of crap. However when the forceful wind hits your house so hard you think it was thunder, the rain hasn’t stopped in three days and every sad thought you ever had seeps through the walls and pours over you as you lay in bed in the morning it doesn’t seem so impossible. Hitting snooze more times than you should because you simply don’t want to get out of bed but eventually you get up, you get ready and you start your day anyway. 

Even when it seems like the last thing you want to do, the biggest favor you can do for yourself is get out of bed and keep going. Stay positive. Close your eyes and imagine the sunshine and warmth and sweet blackberries of summer if that’s what you need to do. Focus on your goals and remember that every step you take each day is a step towards reaching your goals and bettering yourself. 

Not everyday is a good day. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that there is no such thing as a bad day. Two days ago not only did I lose my emergency $25 which I needed at the time, when I got to work my system was down, then dealt with the ordinary workforce stress, ended my workday with a frustrating and completely avoidable misunderstanding, then when I finally made it home I discovered there was a hole in the back of my pants the entire day that no one noticed (or informed me of if they did). I had a bad day. The kind of day my only option at the end of it was to go to bed and try again tomorrow. Which is EXACTLY what I did. 

I woke up the next day refreshed and ready to try again. I caffeinated myself and took on the day with a smile on my face. It was a new day with an opportunity to make it the best day I could possibly have. 

You have every opportunity to make a good day a great one. Believe in yourself, focus on your goals and make this year the best year of your life. Through good days and bad; love yourself, become addicted to bettering your life, and give your future self someone to look back on and thank for never giving up. 

-The Girl in the Glitter ✨ 
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The best christmas gift ever..

The dishes we’ve avoided doing for two days are finally done, our recycling bin is filled to the brim with wrapping paper, cardboard boxes, and about 8 empty champagne bottles, and we’re sitting on the couch wondering if it’s too early to take down the tree and decorations. The only feeling greater than spending the holidays with your family is the feeling of relief you get when the stress of the holidays are over. Don’t get me wrong I love spending time with my family and friends, but I almost love being able to find a parking spot at the grocery store just a little bit more.

This year my family celebrated Christmas Eve together by having dinner, opening presents, and giving an end of the year champagne toast to those who wouldn’t be joining us in 2017. There’s nothing that makes me happier than seeing my family mingling and enjoying the holiday all together. Normally we do all of our celebrating the night before Christmas and spend the next day doing a whole lot of relaxing. This year though, we decided that we would go up in the mountains and try and find some snow.

Shortly after beginning our journey up the hill, we were lucky enough to find snow covered hills and icicle dripping trees. We spent the entire day exploring paths and my dad told my boyfriend and me all kinds of histories and legends in the area. He seemed to know everyone who ever lived or owned land up there. To be honest I’m not all that surprised; when your family has grown up in the same place for over 100 years, you tend to pick up on some things.

At the end of the day, as the sun started to set and we headed back down the mountain to the edge of civilization that is our small town, I began to reflect on how thankful I was to spend the holiday with my parents and the love of my life. Although my family isn’t religious I always try to remember why we celebrate the holiday and do my best to show my respect to those who may not be able to afford gifts or travel to see their loved ones. I know it’s easy with social media flooded with the latest “What I got for Christmas” videos and posts, but never forget the best gift you can receive this holiday is the love and joy that your family shares together.




-The Girl in the Glitter✨

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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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.❤️

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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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