Alexa Curtis

Teenage style expert who writes on fashion, food and travel, and is trying to change the world one inspiration piece at a time.

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The Best Fuel: Rejection

* A much longer version of a post I published in 2015.  let’s start from the beginning.  Saturday, September 4th, 2010: “Well, here’s my first blog. It’s pretty late at night, but I feel like there’s always a time to talk about fashion. No matter if you’re walking the streets at 5 am, or shopping (of course),…

Let’s Start From the Beginning…

let’s start from the beginning. Saturday, September 4th, 2010: “Well, here’s my first blog. It’s pretty late at night, but I feel like there’s always a time to talk about fashion. No matter if you’re walking the streets at 5 am, or shopping (of course),  fashion is always surrounding you. It’s pretty amazing. Personally, I…

An Open Definition

Happy: adjective   delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing:   characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy:   favored by fortune; fortunate or lucky:   apt or felicitous, as actions, utterances, or ideas.   obsessed by or quick to use the item indicated (usually used in combination)   What defines…

A Follow-Up

“Crazy good article. Intelligent and well written.” “Reading your article really helped me! It brought me to realize that it may be easier than I thought to really love my body. I don’t have to constantly compare my body to others while trying really hard to see what other people see in the mirror. I…

Finding Yourself

I never had a lot of friends. In my years attending public high school, you could catch me hiding in the library during lunch to avoid awkward encounters with people I didn’t want to sit with in the lunch room, or  a few (couple hundred) bathroom trips during classes and in between the classes. High…

A Letter To

I can’t remember the last time we had a normal conversation. The last time we hugged without feeling forced to hug. The last time I hugged you and you didn’t smell like an ashtray. When I was younger, the secrets made sense. Everything you did to hide who you had become, the shame you must…

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