The Face That Launched A Billion Likes Deleted Her Instagram

While we're all busy obsessing over the reign of Donald J. Trump, important things happen, like Kendall Jenner deleting her Instagram account. Now, let me tell you why this is news. First of all, September Vogue declared her the face that launched a billion likes. That's right. A billion. That was her selling point a mere two months ago. How times have changed. With so much bitterness pervading the atmosphere, she probably just needed a break from the world's most dire addiction - social media. If the first thing you do when you wake up and the last thing you do before you go to bed is check your Instagram, you probably do too.

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Should we be worried? Will she disappear off the face of the earth? Must we now discredit Vogue? No, no, and never. However, we can take her example and maybe detox a little ourselves. In an interview with Ellen Degeneres, Kendall said something quite interesting about her life-changing decision. She told her that she finally had the chance to engage in real life. As much as we all love to indulge in the latest news stories like the much-anticipated Gilmore Girls revival, the Super Moon, and Melania's resting bitch face, sometimes it's important to just live our own lives for a moment. Maybe we'll actually get to read all the books Rory has read or watch the Super Moon from our bedroom window. Maybe we'll forget about Melania for just a minute and refrain from oversharing our opinions about her face. Or maybe not.

The real question I know you're all asking yourselves is: why does this even matter? Why is this a CNN-worthy event? Well maybe it's because we all desperately needed something a little silly to get our mind off the frightening things that are happening in the world. Yes, politics matter. But every once in a while, we just want to hear about a Kardashian breaking the Internet again. Is that really so bad?

Ponder that,

Bella

Story of A Magazine Addict

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Ever since I was a pre-teen, I've been devouring magazines like they were my birthday cake and it was my birthday every month. It started with J-14 and M Magazine (remember those, 90s kids?). I proceeded to purchase gossip tabloids (because who hasn't gone through that phase?). All I wanted to do was follow celebrity gossip and find out who was dating who and which hubby cheated on his hot wife. After a while, I grew sick of these false stories being told by journalists craving a good story in US Weekly and InTouch, because honestly, who the hell cares? At this time, my interest in fashion started to grow and suddenly, I found myself addicted to this genre of magazine.

Today, it's all about Elle, Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, FASHION, Flare, and InStyle. It's about those magazines I'll never get sick of. As soon as I spot them on the racks at my local drugstore, I can't resist the one with the prettiest cover. I yearn to turn those pages and discover the latest fashion news, the photoshoots, and the cover story.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I confess to my addiction with an open heart. I am fully aware that I am obsessed with magazines and my only means of self-control is someone I really hate gracing a cover. I keep my archives because frankly, isn't that what fashion is all about? Nostalgia? Reminiscing? Inspiration from past collections?

So, when my parents ask me why I can't let go of my magazines, I tell them just that. Every page is reminder of the rich history of the fashion industry. Perhaps I don't have access to 1893 Vogue, but my 2008 version is just as good (sort of). It's a memory of my own evolution as a fashion lover.

Back in my awkward teenage years, fashion was simply an afterthought. Today, I look at these old magazines with new eyes. I am no longer that girl who just flipped through the pages, casually eyeing the photographs. I'm the girl who analyses and nitpicks every element that goes into it because I can finally appreciate the art that is involved.

I know what you're thinking. Did I seriously waste my time reading this testimonial when I could've been on Style.com? Perhaps you did. And if so, maybe it'll make you realize that your magazine addiction is not the worst thing in the world. Everything in moderation.

Ponder That,

XOXO,

Bella

Why We Need To Stop Rationalizing Our Shoe Collections

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We all have weaknesses and guilty pleasures that cause our brains to shut down and that stimulate our impulses. For me, this phenomenon occurs when I see an amazing pair of shoes and correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm almost certain that there are many others like me. Every time I spot a pair of shoes, I tell myself that love cannot be denied and I MUST have them. Let me confess that logic does NOT come into play. At least not real logic.

Sometimes I tell myself that I need a pair of sneakers for when I (don't) go to the gym. Occasionally, I'll spot a pair of sky high stilettos and justify them by remembering that it's my best friend's birthday next week and I HAVE to wear something new. Also, I'm 5" feet tall, so a pair of high heels is ALWAYS necessary. Fall is approaching and I obviously need a new pair of knee high leather boots. They are a closet staple, aren't they? The snow devoured last year's pair. Oh well. I also need a lower bootie for those slightly warmer days. Besides, they look ridiculously edgy with my new LBD. If I'm going to go out, I'll definitely need a high heeled version of both. I also need some Sorels for the snow because I don't want to get my nicer boots dirty. Can't make that mistake again. After all, they were a bit pricey.

Does this sound familiar?

If these words have played in your head every time you bought a pair of shoes, you fall into the same category as I do: The Shoe Addict.

How do you overcome it?

To that I respond: Do I have to?

To some of us, the shoe makes or breaks the outfit. With your basic white tee and jeans, that Sophia Webster heel may be all you need to take it from daytime chic to party on the town. While some spend all their money on clothes, all I need is a variety of shoes to dress up or down my simplest looks. Is that such a crime? Maybe trying to rationalize our shoe collections is pointless. Or perhaps we could all use that one perfect sneaker (unless you're my height). Whichever camp you fall under, fashion is NOT about rationale. It's about passion and self-expression. If that takes you straight into the arms of Valentino Rockstud Pumps, who am I to judge?

Perhaps we should all pay more attention to our shoes. Maybe being a shoe addict isn't such a bad thing.

But then again, that's also coming from a shoe addict, so who am I to talk?


Ponder that,

Bella

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