Secrets, Scares, and Making Big Moves

Hello, Old Friends. 

My last post was far, FAR too long ago, and this time? I have an explanation. A couple of them, actually.

Let’s start with the REALLY good, REALLY big news. (Well, it’s really big to us, anyway.)

We’re moving!



My love of 2 years and husband of 6 months and I will finally be under the same roof. What’s even more than that, we’re getting a huge change of pace out of the whole deal. We’re setting up our home in our new city of Durham, NC.

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I’ll miss our King Street day dates

I will miss the people of Charleston. I will miss my friends and acquaintances that have shaped the last six years of my life. Ali, who is my person, my family, a relationship so far beyond friend that the word seems silly as a descriptor – I will miss her terribly. I’ll miss knowing the ocean is a 15-minute drive away. I’ll miss this chapter that I began as (what now seems) a naive 25-year-old, and the blind optimism I had when I moved here. The idea that this city would be my turning point. The truth is, Charleston was just the backdrop for my turning point. The rest of it was all me.

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I’ll miss the beach

Charleston has seen me in every single light, the good and the very, very bad, and that’s one of the main reasons I’m ready to say goodbye. I’m ready to start this new chapter with J. Slightly weathered from all the late nights and early mornings, the blissful afternoons of doing nothing, working my way from a job into a career, and nurturing a heart that’s been mighty beaten up and put back together. To finally, finally wake up in the same place every day. To say goodbye to the long drives up I-95. I’m so, so ready.

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Secrets?? I know. I’m not a super secretive person as evidenced by…everything. I’m a pretty open book. But it’s taken me some time to come to grips with this particular piece of news, and I have to admit I’m still a little frazzled by it. (Spoiler – before anybody’s wheels start turning, I’m not pregnant.)

I try to be open with the fact that I experience severe depression and anxiety, and see a physician and therapist to treat these conditions. My treatment plan has worked quite well for me for a couple of years, but lately, I’ve been feeling a little…off. It’s hard to quantify “off” when most of the time you don’t really know what it feels like to be “on”? But I digress. I know my body well enough at this point to know when something is wrong.

Or at least I thought I did?

I scheduled an appointment to see if my medications needed adjusting. I’d been dealing with a whole slew of other physical issues on top of just feeling the general gnaw of intense anxiety, so I wanted to get those checked out too. Chief among them was the return of my asthma. This sudden inability to inhale and exhale really lit a fire to get an appointment with my GP scheduled because as anyone who has ever had asthma knows, not being able to breathe is not only inconvenient and annoying, it’s absolutely terrifying.

Day of the appointment, I gave my doc all of the information, told her about my symptoms, and we adjusted some things. I figured that was the end of it, problem solved, I’d feel better in 2-3 weeks. But before I left, she scheduled same-day blood work. A full panel, just to check things out. I’d requested this when I first started seeing my GP, but I had just experienced some pretty intense trauma and was literally sobbing in her office because I was too sad to function, and treating that immediate emergency just took precedence over doing a full physical.

(Note: while I absolutely trust and adore my GP and totally understand this decision, I do wish I had advocated for myself and insisted on full blood work when I first met with her. Hindsight is 20/20, guys. Don’t be like me. Advocate for your health, all the time, every time.)

So I got my blood taken by the world’s nicest woman, and went about my day. The next day I got a call from my physician’s number which was super weird. A quick chat revealed that my liver function, thyroid, and kidneys were doing great! Awesome. Excellent to know.

“But…you do have diabetes.”

A diagnosis I’ve been warned against and afraid of almost my entire life, and there it was.

I’ll spare you the details of my internal freak out and subsequent external freak out, but freak out I did. Not only is that diagnosis a scary, life-changing bomb of news, but here I was thinking I was in such control. I’m a body positive woman. I advocate for acceptance and self-love. I have a blog all about it. Doesn’t diabetes know about my blog??

Turns out, all of those things are not enough to keep your blood sugar within a healthy range. It also turns out – I haven’t been loving my body the way it needs to be loved. I haven’t been listening to it. I don’t move as much as I should. I’ve been denying it nutrients it desperately needed. I’ve been mistreating my body and calling it love. That may be the hardest realization of all.

Now what? 

So what now? Well, with me personally, my whole life is changing. Literally. I’m moving, I’m switching jobs, and I’m doing a complete overhaul on my health. Notice I said health, not diet, but diet will be a HUGE part of it. Limiting my sugar, reducing my carbs, increasing my vegetable intake, drinking water, water, and more water. No more alcohol. Protein, and lots of it.

In addition to diet, I have to control my stress level. This includes taking my meds, keeping my mind clear, exercising (helps regulate blood sugar AND reduce stress – two for one!), meditating, yoga, therapy, anything and everything to keep my cortisol levels DOWN and my good energy up.

Finally, I’ll be working on the long and sometimes painful process of cleaning up my act and really monitoring what goes into my body. This is something I’ve been interested in for ages, but have never really taken the plunge. No time like the present, right? I’ll be looking at my skincare, my makeup, our cleaning products – all of it, and will be making smarter choices over time. Speaking of this, hit me up if you have an amazing toxic free skincare regimen you use, makeup you adore, and especially a natural deodorant that actually works. I’m on the hunt!

Where do we go from here? 

What now with the blog? Well, it’s going to have to change a little bit too, and I don’t know exactly what that will look like. I do know that it won’t be a weight loss blog. It won’t be an exercise blog. It will follow my path as I try to clean things up around here. And that means everything.

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Let’s move forward, together.

All of this is to say that things are going to change. My body needs to change to be healthy, and I’m going to make sure that happens. If you also have diabetes, I’d love to hear from you. Tell me about the changes you’ve implemented. What’s worked and what hasn’t. I’m just getting started, and I need all the friends I can get.

Yes, things will be a little different around here. I hope you’ll stay along for the ride.




The Cursed Cursor

Friends, I really really wish I had an amazing excuse for not posting lately. I wish I could say it’s because Justin and I have been reorganizing our lives to get under the same roof. Or that I’ve been pursuing another creative outlet so fervently that this one has fallen by the wayside, but I could say LOOK, here are the amazing things I’ve been producing!

Really, none of that is true.

Don’t get me wrong, J and I have been working ourselves ragged trying to get to each other, whatever that looks like. And it’s been exhausting. We’ve been loving each other through excitement and anxiety and close calls and harsh realities and disappointments, and working emotional muscles that we never expected we would need. We’re holding on to the knowledge that every day that goes by is one day closer to us being in the same place, but this in-between time is exhausting. So, so worth it. But exhausting.

There’s a lot of fun stuff I want to update you on. My hair chronicles (but if you follow me on insty, you have some sense of what’s been going on there…). My newfound relationship with shorts (spoiler alert, it’s a good one). I want to share it all.

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Grandma chic – just the way I like it.

And I’m absolutely itching to start showing some more of my photos in this space. To discuss this photography dream that’s always been right there at the forefront of my mind, desperately trying to work its way past the doubt, the impostor syndrome, the “everybody else is doing it” fatigue, not knowing which direction I wanted to go, thinking I was surely incapable, terrified of what the people closest to me would think (don’t we all do this? it’s so silly), certain it would never live up to my expectations – this dream has been sitting right behind all of those things for years. And now that I’ve given it a camera and permission to push past the doubts and fears and just grow into what it is, it’s taking off. And I am SO. EXCITED.

There’s so much I can’t wait for. I can’t wait to build my portfolio. To keep learning every day. To build on my skills and develop the eye I already have. I can’t wait to photograph my first couple, my first family, my first portrait….there’s a ton of good things ahead, and I’m eager  to get to them. (Speaking of…if you’re in the Charleston area and want a free photo session to help a girl build her portfolio, hit me up. Seriously.) 

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making room to grow

But it’s important to note that these struggles, these inconveniences, this spring fever, and this new, BIG dream don’t eliminate the dream that is Curved Angles. This is a dream too, and one that I’ve poured so much into, and you all have poured right back. I’ve been staring at a blinking cursor far too often lately, and while that’s going to happen occasionally, I promise I’ll be back. This little community, this corner of the internet, deserves the space we’ve created together.



Artfields, Fever Dreams, and Meeting Yourself Where You Are

Friends, taking a two-week break from blogging was not part of my plan (you can check my editorial calendar for proof). But that’s exactly what happened.

I hit a wall.

Not literally. But so far this year has been pretty non-stop. For the first month and a half we were planning a wedding, then recovering from a wedding (all of which was magical).

Everything since then has been a blur of interstates and travel and living in two places and the general strain of having half of your heart in one city for most of the week while your butt is firmly planted in another (see this post for more on that).

Suffice it to say, while I try to remain good-humored, upbeat, positive, and undeniably aware of how incredibly lucky I am…ya girl was getting a little weary.

So I listened to the advice of every self-care book, instagram post, and podcast I’ve ever seen or heard, and listened to my body. I decided to rest, rather than quit.

Or at least I thought I was going to rest?

The weekend before last we had big plans. We were in Florence, and got an early start to go cheer on our friend Morgan as she ran her first 5K (and totally killed it!).


Our friends have some very cute babies.


Like, just so so cute.


After cheering our hearts out and tearing through a drive thru for loads and loads of caffeine, we headed straight for ArtFields, which is an art festival in Lake City, SC. The whole city turns into a thriving art museum. It’s absolute heaven for art lovers and creatives, but I honestly believe it would be a blast even if art isn’t your thing. It’s family friendly (although some of the pieces have very adult themes…), and one of the highlights is definitely ArtFields, Jr., featuring pieces from some fantastic (and very adorable) young artists.


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Artfields, 2018 (I’m pretty sure this is just a year-round light fixture, but it’s also absolutely gorgeous).


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Fever Dreams

We had a sublime day of chasing art around this tiny town, sweating ourselves into oblivion and challenging ourselves mentally, emotionally, and physically. As we headed home, I started to feel weird. Nothing major, just a little off. Something that absolutely could have been explained away by heat exhaustion, sunburn, or just being tired. And believe me, I tried to explain it off with all of those excuses.

Within 30 minutes of getting home, I was shaking uncontrollably, burning up with a fever, sobbing like a lunatic because I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and generally giving my frazzled husband a run for his money. Like the true champ he is, he came through in every way I needed him, and I finally calmed down enough to get some very restless sleep.

Another several hours of fevers breaking and coming right back, I found myself sitting in a sterile doctor’s office. Expecting news of the flu or something similar, I was instead told that what I had was a mystery virus (always comforting to hear the word mystery as it concerns one’s health…) that was probably a result of a compromised immune system and long-term exposure to a sea of humanity.

Basically our little outing to ArtFields was the perfect storm.

Learning to meet yourself where you are

Given no other choice, I took some sick days. And I rested.

I didn’t get in my car and drive.

I didn’t stay up late trying to get one more blog post done.

I didn’t sit at my desk at work finishing a project to perfection.

I watched TV.

I enjoyed the company of my husband with no other obligations.

I  s l o w e d  d o w n. 

And it did wonders.

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Slowing things down

It’s been hard not to guilt myself. I have goals and ambitions, and I want so badly to meet them. I have friends and family and a husband I love dearly, and I want to be there, present, with them, with them all, all the time.

But at my very core, the heart of my heart, I am practical. I know that burning the candle at both ends won’t work, and in my case sometimes finds you with chattering teeth and a fever, scaring the life out of your husband because you can’t stop crying even though you were JUST FINE an hour ago.

It’s not pretty, and it’s not worth it. So my friends, I say – if you need to take some time to rest. Do it. The work will be there when you get back. Meet yourself where you are. You’ll be grateful you did.



Long-distance is hard, y’all.

Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship?

Long-distance relationships are hard. Nobody says they’re easy, but it’s shocking how hard they can be, especially when – as in my case – the relationship is your marriage.

This marriage isn’t hard. In fact, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Trusting this man with my heart and sharing our lives and making plans together and each trying our absolute hardest every single day to be the best teammate we can be? Not hard at all. Not with him.


It’s not even that hard from a logistical sense. While tearing up I-95 isn’t my idea of a great time, driving for a few hours each week to be the with the one you love is 100% worth it, every time. Every early morning alarm. Every traffic delay, every 6 a.m. McDonald’s coffee so you can keep your eyes open for the long drive just to head straight into the office. All worth it.

There’s absolutely no part of this that isn’t worth it. But I can’t say it’s easy.


The Hard Parts

Coming home to an empty house is hard.

Not getting to hug my husband is hard.

Sharing big moments over FaceTime instead of face-to-face is hard.

Waking up morning after morning with an empty spot where he should be is hard.

Knowing that if he needs me or if I need him, there are two very long hours between us is hard.

Watching TV with an empty seat next to me (except for Paul Simon, of course) is hard.

Not getting to do life every day with the one person you want to do life with more than anyone else…is hard.


The Good Parts

We’ve never lived in the same spot. It’s not like we dated, got married, then life happened and we had to live in separate locations for a while. We’ve never lived in the same place for even a minute. (What can I say? When you know, you know, and sometimes that means you don’t feel like waiting on logistics to catch up before you put a (wedding) ring on it.)

Sure, our belongings have become enmeshed over time, but we still very much live in two different locations. As a result, we’ve gotten very, VERY good at not taking our time together for granted.


Every weekend feels like a vacation with my best friend.

Two towns = two sets of loving, supportive friends to spend time with.

We’ve become experts at squeezing every last drop of time out of our weekends together.

Naps at 2 in the afternoon? Absolutely.

Every. night. is date night.

We spend hours happily planning our (hopefully not too distant) future – everything from careers and the idea of children, to how we’re going to combine his geek-chic and my grandma-chic styles when we finally (FINALLY) find ourselves under one roof.

We never miss an opportunity to hold hands, say “I love you” in person, see who can make the weirdest face in the mirror, dance up and down the aisles at Target, and do quite literally anything to make the other laugh, because there is nothing sweeter than getting an in-person laugh from the one you love so much.

So we keep doing the hard parts, grateful that we have the opportunity. We cherish the miles between us because they’re only miles, and we can travel them with ease. We live for the FaceTimes and the calls just to hear the other’s voice, and we count down the days to the weekend every single week, like kids waiting for Christmas, because our time together is something so worth celebrating.

While we’re together we love to the absolute max. When we’re apart we love even more than that. We’ve developed a knack for showing such absolute, pure, undiluted affection that it can make it all the way across the Lowcountry up to the Pee Dee without losing momentum in order for the person on the receiving end to get the full impact of just how loved they are.

Yes, long distance is hard. But in all of this, I’ve learned that the saying is true. Absence makes the heart grow absolutely, unequivocally, the fondest.


photo by Morgan Atkinson Photography




The reason I’m starting to hate mornings (a little) less.

I’m not a morning person.

I recognize the cliche in saying that. So many people are “not morning people.”

But I’m not just not a morning person, I’m actively BAD at mornings. I oversleep, I stay in the weird sleep fog forever, and time is always moving WAY faster than I think it is, so as a result, I’m usually at least a few minutes late every day.

It’s not because I don’t get enough sleep (I do), and it’s not because I dread my job or hate my life or any other existential reason (I don’t!). I’m just NOT good at them. Of course I would love to be in charge of my own schedule and sleep until I’m not tired anymore and then wake up and begin my day like a woman in one of those yogurt commercials where they’re already wearing their robes over perfect pajamas for some reason and it appears to be approximately 3 p.m. based on the sun outside the window.

But that option is not available to me at the moment, so I did a thing I hate. I even mention hating it in this post. It’s the worst (but also kind of the best? – I dunno, read on).

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I started a routine.


I know this isn’t rocket surgery or otherwise revolutionary in any way, but I decided to start trying a few things here and there to make things a little easier, a little more painless, a little better in the mornings – and guess what – it’s working!

The key here is that I’ve kept most of the “routine-y” parts of my schedule in the evenings when I’m at my most productive, my clearest thinking, and my most energized.

Here are a few of the things I’ve started incorporating into my nights and mornings to make the transitions a little easier:

In the evenings/at night: 

  • Meal prep
    • I know this isn’t easy and for a lot of people, sounds kind of awful. Please don’t let me deceive you into thinking I’m over here separating 5 perfectly-portioned, veggie-rich meals packed in a lunch box. I literally throw a can of soup into my work bag the night before on most nights. If I have leftovers, I make sure they’re in a spill-proof container so I can throw them in my bag in the morning. Lazy-girl meal prep, that’s my thing.
  • Plan tomorrow’s outfit
    • Again, this isn’t anything complicated, I just check the weather and set something reasonable out. That 5-10 minutes I save in the morning is so. worth it.
  • Skincare
    • I talk more about my skincare routine over here, but it takes less than 5 minutes and makes a HUGE difference the next morning.
  • Diffuse essential oils
    • I have to be careful with this one, because there are a lot of essential oils that can be harmful to cats. (This was news to me.) So to be safe, I pretty much just keep lavender on rotation from the time I get home until the diffuser automatically shuts down in the middle of the night.
  • Use pillow spray
    • Same idea. I picked one up at Marshalls Home Goods, but there are plenty you can DIY and have the same effect! Get those relaxing vibes going.

In the morning:

  • Try not to hit snooze
    • My husband is surely raising his eyebrows at this, because I still hit snooze like 80% of the time. (I did say try!) That extra 9 minutes isn’t going to do anything for you except make you 9 minutes later than you would have otherwise been. This is such a work in progress, but I’m doing my best.
  • I got a Quip toothbrush
    • First things first, this isn’t sponsored in any way and I can’t offer you a coupon code (I wish I could!) nor do I get a single penny if you click on that link and buy 100 Quip toothbrushes. I just like mine. It’s my first electric toothbrush, and it’s got me wondering why I didn’t start using one years ago. The vibrations are almost relaxing, and there’s something that feels very adult about knowing you’ve brushed your teeth a full two minutes in the morning.
  • Drink a full glass of water
    • Usually when I wake up, I have a teensy headache. I’ve always wondered why, and it turns out? It’s usually dehydration. Drinking a full glass of water (16 oz. is what I aim for) seems to be the solution. It makes me feel more awake, gets rid of that headache stat, and gives me one more glass of water toward my daily intake that I wasn’t otherwise getting. Wins all around!
  • Dry brushing
    • If you don’t know what dry brushing is, that’s totally understandable because I’m not sure many people do. I first heard about it a few months ago and finally started trying it. It’s made a HUGE difference in how I feel in the morning. I can’t explain it as well as this post can, but it’s basically using a dry brush on your skin to eliminate dead skin cells and stimulate the lymphatic system. Sounds a little woo woo? But totally makes a difference.
  • Cleaning up as I go along
    • I’ve always been a “throw your laundry on the floor” kind of girl, and while that hasn’t changed entirely, I’m trying to become more of a “throw your laundry in the hamper” kind of girl. It’s a tiny change that makes an enormous difference in how I feel when I walk through the door at night after a day’s work.
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adding a little routine is keeping me bright-eyed.

That’s it!

These steps are fairly easy to implement, and like I said they’re not anything super special, but they’ve made a large dent in my morning stress level, and I hope some of them can help you out too!

Do you have any tips and tricks that have turned you into a morning person? Please share. This girl needs all the help she can get.




Let’s go to Target

All of your problems can be solved at Target.

Okay at least most of them. Some of them? It’ll at least make you feel a little better. That dollar spot? So much stuff! So much pretty stuff!

Suffice it to say, I enjoy Target (way more than my bank account would like). But for the past few years I’ve been way less than impressed with their clothes selection. Sizes typically topped out at XXL, and somewhere around an 18 pants size. Occasionally Xhilarition (which I also take a look at below) would offer some sizing above that, but the results were always picked over, offering almost zero variety.

So when I found out they were launching Ava and Viv, I was curious.  They promised stylish, accessible pieces for plus-sizes up to 4X. Here’s the thing – Ava and Viv has been around since 2015, but we didn’t see anything from them in our SC stores until late 2017. I’m sure ordering online was a possibility, but there was nothing tangible that I could try on, until now.

To be honest, the Charleston Target’s selection was slim pickins. It was largely picked over, and, as always, there were dozens of styles I would have preferred to try on, but they weren’t available in any plus sizes.

Given that, I combed through the few racks available, and picked out some things that caught my eye. Check out some of the pieces, and my honest first impressions below.

Women’s Plus Size Floral Print Knit T-shirt with Ruffle Sleeve – Xhilaration

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Jeggings from Walmart

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Dreamy details

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Loving these sleeves

Overall impression: I loved this top! It was true to size (for reference, I usually opt for a 3X or 4X for comfort), cozy, and the colors are gorgeous. The details are super cute – I love the lace, and the ties on the sleeves are adorable. Plus, it’s SO. SOFT. This one is a keeper.

Women’s Plus Size Polka Dot Print Short Sleeve Ruffle Blouse – Ava & Viv

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I so wish I liked this more

Overall impression: While this shirt is really cute, I wish I liked it more. The fabric has no give, and the frills, while cute, surprisingly got in my arm’s way a bit. This one is a pass.

Women’s Plus Size Short Tie Sleeve Top – Ava & Viv

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why so short though?

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I wish I liked everything on this shirt as much as these precious sleeves

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This one’s a pass

Overall impression: Y’all. Why is this so short?? I admittedly have a long torso, but this is a little ridiculous for a shirt that isn’t a crop top. I LOVE the sleeve details and the colors, but there’s just too much going on here to make this work. This one’s a pass for sure.

Women’s Plus Size Printed Maxi Jumpsuit – Xhilaration

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Giving the jumpsuit a shot

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Looks like a dress, but it’s pants!

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How has nobody mentioned that jumpsuits are shockingly comfortable?

Overall impression: This is SO. COMFORTABLE. The colors and patterns were not my style at all, but if it were more neutral, I would for sure be keeping this. It’s the coolness of a dress without the chafe! (This should be the tagline for all jumpsuits).

Women’s Plus Size Textured Denim Long Sleeve Button Down Shirt – Ava & VivWomen’s Plus Size Textured Mesh Midi Skirt – Ava & Viv

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I love a good denim top. I really wish this had been one.

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The skirt is SO cute, but definitely size down.

Overall impression: I was really hoping this denim shirt could replace the worn out one in my closet, but it just didn’t…work. It was stiff, not quite long enough, and didn’t really feel great. The skirt is super cute, but definitely size down at least one size, maybe even two. The waist is elastic, and as you can see in the photo above, there was plenty of room for me and another person. Both of these are going back, but the skirt has definite potential!

Women’s Plus Size Gingham Long Sleeve Shirtdress – Ava & Viv

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pretty gingham

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Loving that hi-low hem

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Such cuteness

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Loving this dress

Overall impression: I’m not usually one to fall for gingham, but this is absolutely adorable. The sleeve details this season are so dreamy, and this fit is so comfortable. Another keeper!

Women’s Plus Size Eyelet Wrap Dress – Xhilaration

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Ruffles everywhere!

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These wrap details are a dream

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Loving everything about this

Overall impression: I may be a tad obsessed with this. It’s so comfortable, the ruffles are darling, and the fit is perfection. The wrap style allows for some control, but unlike most wrap dresses you’re not completely at the mercy of a tiny string. This one is going into the spring rotation, and I can’t wait.

Final thoughts

While I’m happy with a few of these pieces, I so wish Target had more available to me and other plus-sized women. With a clothing section that takes up at least 1/8 of the store, there’s plenty of room to put more accessible items for women of all sizes in-store, and not just online.

Have you tried anything from these lines? What did you thinks? Is there more stock available in-store where you are?

As always, I’d love to hear more from you. Fill me in!




Spring 2018 | In Pictures

Spring of 2018 has been very kind to us so far. Here are some photos if you’d like to see!


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Catching the last rays on a gorgeous day


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Quite literally a dream come true


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Paul Simon is completely over me.


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Trying to balance activity and mindfulness. Not always easy, but always worth it.


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Charleston is a city with far too high an opinion of itself, but it sure is pretty.


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Taking any chance to play with and photograph my godpup, Levon.


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Drinks and dinner with these cuties.


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The flower boxes downtown do not disappoint.


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Making the work day easier with some of my favorites.


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Cheesing so hard.


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There are worse places to try to trick your mind into meditating.


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Honestly, same.


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Beach babe.


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Posing is hard, y’all.


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And hey, I can’t believe I captured your heart.


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Be still my heart. Baby leg rolls and snuggles forever.



How is this season of your life going? As always, I’d love to hear.



2018 Goal Check-In

Goals are hard.

I know this is a weird time of year to be checking in on goals. We’re mid-way through April, it’s not really the end of the quarter anymore, and I never told you my 2018 goals to begin with. All true, guys, but indulge me here.

Goals are hard. At least for me. Some people LIVE for them. They set them, meet them, and then set more.

I envy those people.

With me, it’s usually more like  – set them, forget them, remember them, feel tremendous amounts of guilt about them, forget them again, remember them again, go through a rebellious “I’m a free spirit, and free spirits don’t need goals!” phase (ed. note: I am not that free of a spirit), and then resolve to set them again when the new year rolls around because new year new me or something.

This year, I set my goals using the Lara Casey goal setting method. I’d never set official goals before. When I kicked off this blog in December with the desire to see it grow, I figured there was no time like the present. I’d listened to Lara on Jenna Kutcher’s Goaldigger Podcast (which, if you don’t listen to, you should) and her words resonated.

I won’t go into every detail of her method here, but it’s detailed and helpful when it comes to setting solid, intentional goals. Also worth noting, you can take the spiritual aspect of her method or leave it. I choose to leave it, but it’s easy to do either way!

Let’s start at the very beginning

In order to do a goal review, I guess I should probably tell you what they are?  I started with many, but in the end, I kept it short and sweet with only 4 (probably for the best). Here’s the batch that made it through:

  • Grow my blog through persistence and consistency, by engaging with my ideal audience and seeking education.
  • Focus on my general health, NOT weight loss.
  • Spend less, and direct funds toward paying down debt.
  • Remind Justin how much I love him at least once a day.

So how’s it going?

Guys, when I decided to write this post, I honestly couldn’t even remember what my goals were. True confession. So THAT’s probably something I can work on as the rest of the year undoubtedly flies by.

Let’s go through them one by one.

1. | Grow my blog through persistence and consistency, by engaging with my ideal audience, and seeking education.

I think this is going…okay. The blog is growing for sure, as are my other social media channels. Consistent? I could work on that. Life gets in the way, and with the wedding monopolizing so much of my winter attention, it’s easy to place the blame there. The reality? I just need to put my head down and get to work. I love this blog. I love this space that we’ve created. I love writing and talking and engaging with all of you. Why wouldn’t I want to create more space for that in my life?

As for education, I’ve been seeking it like crazy. Courses, Skillshare, articles, podcasts, content upgrades from people who are doing what I want to be doing, more podcasts, you name it, I’ve been doing it! And y’all, there is so. much. out. there. When I decided I wanted to start a blog around 6 months ago, I had NO IDEA what I was doing. I’d never had my own website, I knew nothing about marketing, nothing about social media strategy…NOTHING. I just knew I wanted to write, create, find my people and interact with you all, and help in any way I can. Curved Angles resulted from all of that, and I know it’s cliche to say, but if I can do it, anybody can.

Just reminding myself of these goals has given me that extra push to create more quality content, and get more time interacting with some of my favorite people – all of you!

2. | Focus on my general health, not weight loss.

If you’ve read this blog for even a tiny bit, you know the majority of my life has been spent feeling wrong for being who I am (specifically, that number on the scale and the tag in my jeans).

I’ve done some crazy things to lose weight. I won’t go into details right this second, partially because I’ve covered most of them in other blog posts, partially because I’m sure I’ll continue to talk about them in other blog posts, and largely because I don’t want to give anybody any ideas (seriously – these methods were not great).

This is, and probably always will be, a huge work in progress. I’ve put a ton of focus on mental health and clarity, and have been working to achieve that through daily movement (check out this post if you’re curious!). I’ve also been focusing on meditating (using this app) and drinking a ton (A TON) more water.

Most surprisingly, I’ve started taking vitamins. This might not sound like a big deal, but this girl HATES forced routine. I don’t mind routines that create themselves, but setting alarms and remembering to do xyz EVERY day? I hate it.

Even given my hatred of routine, incorporating this into my daily schedule has made me feel SO much better. I had no idea. When your body gets what it needs, it works better. You sleep better. You have more energy. You have less anxiety. Who knew??

Verdict so far? This one has much more room for improvement, but I’m making some small changes that have made a big difference.

3. | Spend less, and direct funds toward paying down debt.

I’m not sure how well I’m reeeeeally doing at spending less, but I’m definitely directing funds toward paying down my debt.

Like a lot of millennials, I came into this whole adulthood thing with a LOT (like, a lot) of debt. Living in Charleston where rent will cost you an arm, a leg, and a large piece of your dignity certainly doesn’t help.

Despite all of that, I’ve managed to direct my finances toward paying off TWO credit cards. Buh-bye! I’m going to keep working my arse off toward this one, and hopefully end 2018 in MUCH better financial shape than I started. Anybody have any advice on this one? Ways you’ve found to pay down debt without sacrificing your whole life? Holler at me in the comments!

4. | Remind Justin how much I love him at least once a day.

Talk about an easy goal. You guys, I love this man so much, he’s lucky I don’t just start every sentence with “I LOVE YOU, and also… ”

We’ve been married almost two months, and I love him more with every single second that goes by. I would apologize for being mushy, but I’m not really sorry. He’s the absolute greatest human.

Making sure he knows I love him is the easiest goal I’ve ever set.

What about you?

Did you set any goals for 2018? How are they coming along? I’d love to hear how you track and monitor them (mostly so I can stop forgetting I have them until 4 months into the year…).

It’s also not too late to set goals! They don’t have to start all pretty and new at the beginning of the year. You can decide to work toward something at any time (this was news to me…), so if there’s some big shiny thing you want to work toward, start running for it!

As always, I can’t wait to hear from you.



Put Sunscreen in Your Routine | Skincare With Curved Angles

Skin deep

I get messages about my skincare and makeup almost daily, so a couple of weeks ago I posted a quick little insty poll asking the folks who follow me if they’d be interested in some insight. The response was a positive “YUP, tell us!” so today we’ll cover how I take care of my skin. Be on the lookout for my makeup preferences coming up soon!

A disclaimer: you’re not going to find super expensive beauty counter items here. As with most things I do, I thrive on finding affordable quality. Pretty much everything here can be found at your drugstore, Target, or Trader Joe’s.

Also worth noting here, I kind of hate the word “routine.” Mostly because I don’t have one for skincare (although maybe I should get one?) and I definitely don’t think anybody needs one for makeup. That said, here’s what I do for my skin most of the time.


Must-haves for great skincare include a topknot that won’t fit in the frame, a sturdy headband, and a very curious cat.

Don’t do as I do, do as I say…and take off your makeup.

Y’all, I am the WORST about this. For years and years, I would leave my makeup on overnight, wash my face (except my leftover eye makeup) the next morning in the shower, touch up my eye makeup, and GO. I would do this for at least two days before taking my eye makeup off.

When I say I did this for years, I mean literal years. From college until…maybe a year ago? It wasn’t until my eyes started feeling weird and I started losing eyelashes (like…a lot of eyelashes), that I realized I should probably…ya know…stop.

I started using generic face soap to remove my eye makeup, but then I realized it wasn’t taking off my waterproof mascara and my blinky raccoon eyes were suffering for it (this was also a good enough reason for me to stop using waterproof mascara, but that’s another tale for another time). Then I discovered oil cleansing and my life has never been the same. Ok my life didn’t change that much, but my skin sure did. I prefer this kind from Trader Joe’s, but really any facial oil cleanser has a similar effect of removing makeup and grossness, and leaving skin in good shape.

Today, I’m still not the poster child for proper makeup removal. A LOT of nights I fall asleep with my makeup on and wake up to me and my pillow sharing yesterday’s eyeliner. But I try. I try MUCH harder than I ever did before because I know what my skin needs. It needs time to breathe, to renew itself, to heal, to regenerate, and to rest, and it does all of those things while we sleep. So even if it’s the ONLY THING YOU DO, take off your makeup before you go to bed.


fresh faced and ready for…bed. I’m going to bed.

Tone it down

This is probably the piece I skip most often. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way toner feels and what it does for my skin (especially this stuff), but it’s easy to forget, and it takes time between application and doing anything else for it to dry (only a few minutes, but I’m never not in a hurry to be doing something other than waiting for toner to dry…), so I frequently find myself just…not. But! It can be a total game-changer, especially if you have trouble controlling oil.


To know it is to love it.

Brighten things up

So I am a HUGE fan of exfoliating. To the point that I had to make myself stop because I was doing it too often and it was having a negative effect. But can you beat that baby-soft, super glowy look that comes right after a nice scrub? Nope, you sure can’t. I keep St. Ives scrub in my shower (I’m an old school Apricot girl at heart, but I also LOVE this Green Tea version – it’s much less abrasive, so if you’re weirded out by scrubbing or have sensitive skin, I’d start here).

Every couple of weeks or so I also use this, which is a pretty intense exfoliator, so I really only recommend it to people with skin that can handle it.

Forever a broken record, and yes I am yelling this: WEAR SUNSCREEN

If you’re washing your face at night (and you should be!) make sure you use a little bit of moisturizer or night cream to keep things from getting too dry. If you’re washing your face in the morning (I do both – I just use a super gentle cleanser in the AM) make sure you’re putting on a moisturizer WITH SUNSCREEN.

One more time. Make sure (SURE!) your moisturizer HAS. SUNSCREEN.

We’re all aware of the damage sun exposure can cause, and I’m not just talking about wrinkles and sun spots. The sun, while lovely, can have some serious negative impacts on your health, so do yourself a favor and make sure you apply an SPF every single morning, even if it’s cloudy. Even if it’s raining. Even if it’s raining buckets. The sun can still getcha.

Extra extras

Before we wrap up, a few little extras I use here and there that may or may not benefit you. Take them or leave them!

  • Trader Joe’s Nourish Facial Antioxidant Serum – I don’t use it daily or even most days, but it’s a nice nutrient boost and makes my face feel crazy soft.
  • L’Oréal Paris Revitalift Eye Cream – I never thought I’d be using an eye cream, but most moisturizers are too tough for the sensitive under-eye area (and can cause tiny little bumps called milia which are no fun), and this one also fights under eye circles. Win/win.
  • ELF Hydrating Bubble Mask – this stuff is weird, and it kind of tickles? But it leaves my skin feeling SO. CLEAN. Plus, it comes in a pretty little glass jar that looks cute on the bathroom counter.
  • These masks from Sephora – they’re GOOD. Justin got a couple for me for Christmas, and you get at least 4 uses out of them (more if you’re savvy or only use it on your t-zone), and they’re so cute! Can’t recommend enough.
  • This hydrating mask – I have dry skin (that seems to be turning into combination skin in my 30s, so that’s been fun), and this little mask is a lifesaver. Once every couple of weeks Is enough, and your face will feel like an angel’s butt. In a good way.

If you’re lucky enough to have a TJ’s nearby, this stuff is a winner.

Your turn! 

That’s it! Your turn. What does your skincare sitch look like? Next to nothing? Full on 18-step routine? Tell me in the comments section, or find me on insty. If you have a must-have product you think I’d be into, please pretty please drop me a line.

Until next time!






Fatness and Fitness

Fatness, fitness, and why I own 15 pairs of workout pants.

I don’t hate the gym. A lot of people do, and I really don’t. I’ve spent hours and hours of my life at the gym (wait, why are you laughing?…I totally have!) and as a result, there’s something kind of familiar and comfortable about it. I’ve gone through long stretches of waking up before the sun and wearily throwing on (one of a million pairs) of black yoga pants and a sports bra and driving down empty roads to a surprisingly crowded gym where I would sweat until it dripped on the floor around the treadmill and I felt like I had done enough work to earn my drive back home, where I would shower and go to work.

I didn’t hate it, but I was never healthy about it.

Fatness and Fitness

That pendulum swings back

The pendulum that had me religiously hitting the gym? Has also swung so far in that direction that I felt indebted, guilt-locked, and held hostage there. Did I look at bread today? That’s more time on the treadmill. Does your calorie counter say you’ve burned 800 calories yet? No? Then I don’t care how tired you are, get back on.

I’ve used the gym to punish myself. To repent for every ounce of weight on my frame. For every time I’ve been unable shop off the rack. For everyone who’s ever said a mean thing to me about my body.

And it wasn’t just the gym! If you’ve ever been a fat person on a mission to be anything but a fat person, you probably know the name, Jillian Michaels.

Honestly, her name fills my heart with dread to this day.

Now, I’m sure she’s a perfectly nice person, (or maybe she isn’t? I have no idea about anything other than her workout videos and her tactics on The Biggest Loser, both of which give me nightmares, so I suppose the jury is out) but I’m forever haunted by a little program called the 30 Day Shred.

Yep. Shred. Get SHREDDED. I’m not really sure what I expected, and honestly, the workout itself isn’t that horrific, but the name itself should have told me it WAS. NOT. FOR. ME. I’ve never been one to crave…shredding. I’ve always loved the soft parts of myself. There’s no part of me that’s extreme. I’ve never wanted washboard abs. I DO care if I pass out or vomit while working out (Jillian doesn’t, as she says so many times in a 30-minute workout).

Most of all, I didn’t like punishing my body for being fat. It made my head feel weird and my heart heavy.

From my body to my head

As with so many people who have struggled with body acceptance, I’ve struggled with treating myself well. Not just my body, my whole self. I’ve struggled with eating healthy foods and getting plenty of exercise, but I’ve also struggled with seeing my friends enough, and making time to read something not on a screen, and sleeping, and eating things with nutrients in them, and hydrating, and putting away my work computer at a reasonable hour, and all of the things that make for a healthy body and mind.

I know I’m not special in this regard. Most people neglect themselves in some way or another. But it was completely news to me – and maybe it is to some of you, too – that you can move your body with the sole purpose of helping your mind.

Not to get into a smaller jeans size or because you’re repenting for pizza consumption. Not so you can finally (finally!) feel worthy of anything. You can move your body because it reduces anxiety. Because going for a walk outside makes you happy. Guys. You can move your body because you think yoga is relaxing. That’s it! You can just do it because it makes you FEEL BETTER. Did you know??

I didn’t know!!

I didn’t know you could move your body without the intention of breaking it of “bad” habits or paying a debt to the “get skinny” gods. You can do it without limping away with penitent blisters. You can do it in a way that you enjoy. Can you IMAGINE??

Fatness and Fitness

getting outside with my love

Baby steps (outside and in pretty spaces)

Okay, so this might not be news to everyone. Some people have a great relationship with fitness and do it because of the overall health benefits. That has never been me, and I have a feeling it’s never been some of you too. (Yep, I’m leaving that sentence just like that.)

Over the next month, I’m making it a goal to move. Not because I’m unhappy with my body, or to try to change it in any way. I want to get outside and see what I’ve been missing while I was trying to reduce myself on the treadmill. To intentionally seek the clarity that comes with inhaling fresh air. To fully appreciate the fact that my legs can move me from A to B. Release anxiety and refocus my mind. Because I love my body, not because I hate it.

You in?