From Leti, With Love

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So I was daydreaming on my porch the other day, sun gazing and forest bathing, and trying to manifest a hammock out of thin air...when all of a sudden I couldn't help but wonder...

What’s your favorite season?
I’ll admit, personally I do find it hard to…

#throwbackthursdaywherein i dig through the archives to find evidence of loving myself...



Hear ye, hear ye.
Come let us gather and cast the first stone.

The blogosphere needs a self love intervention. 
French minimalism is out of control. Yes it's effortlessly chic, transcendent, iconic, superi…

The idea of dating oneself to cultivate more self love is a funny one indeed. If we cannot manifest a great true love, let's seek it within ourselves. Even if that means having dinner alone? Why yes, Gala Darlingseems to think so! Alas, as an unabashed Francophile, that may as well be the most…

My name is Letitia. But the shy, hidden, alter ego me is known as Lola. I'm an multi-passionate aspiring domestic goddess, but I was a homemade virgin. Here is my story.
Growing up as a seemingly intellectual young black girl in a statistically stereotypical minority neighborhood, everyone just…

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Ah the many joys, trials, and relentless tribulations of self love. Is it really possible that I, a little brown girl not quite the definition of beauty by any traditional standard, could rise up and chase my dreams with so few examples as my North Star?
You know what else I often …