Is Healthy Sleep the Secret to Self-Care?

What’s up, warriors? In your own self-care practice, do you ever find it difficult to decide what it is that you should do to treat yourself? You don’t have the mental capacity to read or journal, you don’t want to spend money on a pedicure, and a hot shower or long walk seems like too much work. I’ve been there! …

Loving Your Vessel

***Disclaimer: This week’s Self-Care Sunday post deals with societal pressures to have a perfect body and discusses topics such as diet culture and restriction. This post is not about eating disorders but could be potentially triggering for those who have experienced eating disorders or something similar. Please take care of yourself if this is a sensitive topic for you! The …

From Grind to Thrive

Our words are so powerful. I’ve touched on this before, on how we pour our energy out into the world and absorb others’ in return. What we say matters. Our message matters. This is pretty intuitive. We have the opportunity to be kind, to be supportive, to be witty, to be cold, to be curious, to be offensive. We have …

The Why Behind the Work Out

I’ve always loved being active. Whether that meant running track in grade school to dancing in my high school’s musicals, moving my body has been a part of my life since I was really young. Once I ventured into the realm of young adulthood, the traditional gym setting started to fit my lifestyle more. Being a student at Ohio State …

Love Yourself Enough To Keep Growing

by Ivy from Beautifully Simply You This journey of self-love has been the most beautiful one for me, to fully embrace myself as I am and want to show the world the true Ivy, without holding back for fear of being judged, like I used to in the past. However, even though I have learned to love myself exactly as …

More Than Marshmallows

The girl in her pajamas asleep at the table, using her laptop as a keyboard. The boy alternating between yawning and gulping down his black coffee. Laser focus. Desperation. The distinct mix of sounds—the nonstop churn of the printer, the frantic scribbles of a pencil on paper, the clack of a sentence typed then instantly deleted. It must be finals …