People ask me about my daily habits like I’m some kind of polished, type-A productivity queen.
Daily Habits? You Mean My Organized Chaos Routine?
People ask me about my daily habits like I’m some kind of polished, type-A productivity queen.
Babe, no.
I’m a little sparkle, a little spiraling, and a lot of coffee.
Let’s break it down:
☕ First things first: coffee.
Hot, iced, emotional support form — whatever gets me through. That first sip rewires my brain. I don’t make the rules.
🎶 Music? Always on.
From international pop to sad-girl Turkish vibes to full-body-shake dance anthems — there’s always something playing. I soundtrack my life like I’m in a music video. Because… I am.
💃 Dancing is daily.
Whether I’m mid-laundry, mid-scroll, or mid-life crisis — I dance. It’s cardio, therapy, and spiritual release. Bonus points if I choreograph my way to the fridge.
🧴 Skincare? Meh. Haircare? PRIORITY.
Let’s be real — I’m not in my 12-serum skincare era yet. But haircare? With these bleached summer strands? Oh I’m on it. Leave-in conditioner, masks, magic potions — my hair gets treated like royalty. She’s seen things (like bleach and heat) and she deserves care.
🛍️ Outfits are the moment.
Sometimes I dress for the plot. Sometimes I dress to do nothing but scroll Pinterest and look cute while I do it. My fashion moodboard is alive and slightly overdramatic.
📖 Reading. Writing. Romanticizing.
I write like it’s a love letter to myself. I read like it’s a portal. And I romanticize everything from my planner to my playlists. Main character energy? Activated.
🤍 Little joys > productivity.
I light up over coffee, silly conversations, songs that make me feel everything, and outfits that make me forget my budget. Life’s too short to not romanticize grocery runs.
So do I have daily habits? Yes.
Are they perfectly balanced? Absolutely not.
But they keep me dancing, dreaming, and dressing like my life is an indie film with a killer soundtrack.
🧁 Mini Quiz Time: Which Dress Are You Based on Your Snack Preference?
Short, sweet, and slightly chaotic. Just like you.
1. Choose your comfort snack:
A) Dark chocolate with pistachios — intense, rich, a little extra (like my personality).
B) Yogurt with fruits — fresh, colorful, and always romanticizing life like I’m in a picnic scene.
2. Your ideal way to snack:
A) Candle on, music playing, in a cute bowl — it’s giving curated snack aesthetic.
B) One hand dancing, one hand in the yogurt. The vibe? Main character in chaos.
3. You just impulse-bought a dress online. It probably is…
A) A sleek satin or bodycon dress — it makes you feel like you belong in a moody indie film.
B) A floaty floral or polo-collared dress — adorable, comfy, and made to twirl in.
🎀 Your Result 🎀
Mostly A’s — You’re a Glam Night-Out Dress
You’re bold, polished, and give “I don’t chase, I attract” energy. You snack in style, dress to impress, and would 100% wear heels to a grocery store just because.
Mostly B’s — You’re a Girly Daytime Dress
You’re sweet, spontaneous, and completely living your best life in sneakers and lip gloss. Whether it’s a polo dress, something pastel, or flowy with ruffles — you dress for the mood, the snack, and the plot twist you secretly hope will happen at brunch.
🌼
Next up ☀️
Going on a trip? Got any questions — like, should I bring three pairs of sunglasses or just one? Or where’s my iced latte? Spill! Or don’t. Just go have fun and don’t forget snacks. Always snacks. 🥐✨
How Do I Waste Time Every Day? Oh Babe, I Make It an Art Form.
Yaaasss now we’re really in the “I’m that girl and I’ve got receipts (and shipping confirmations)” era 💅💖
“How Do I Waste Time Every Day? Oh Babe, I Make It an Art Form.”
Let’s not call it wasting time. Let’s call it romanticizing life with sparkles, spontaneous dance breaks, and a casual shopping problem I refuse to fix. ✨🛍️
Lately, I’ve been deep in the world of Spanish rom-coms — specifically Newly Rich, Newly Poor. Is it dramatic? Yes. Silly? Yes. Slightly chaotic? Absolutely. And yet, here I am, bingeing it like I’m emotionally involved in the family business. I don’t know why I love it… but I do. Deeply.
And when I’m not staring at subtitles and gasping at plot twists, I’m dancing. Not like “cute little shuffle” dancing — I mean Pop Star World Tour in my living room.
From global bops to Turkish pop, my current obsession is the new girlband Manifest. Their albums? Flames. Literal flames. They drop hits, and I drop it low. Fair deal.
Also… I’m on summer holiday.
Which means I’m living in full unbothered mode:
📖 Reading books like they’re juicy secrets
📝 Writing things that make me giggle
🛒 Shopping like my future minimalist self doesn’t exist
I “accidentally” bought 10 dresses. Very very sale, okay??
And yes… I bought another pair of sneakers. Happy? YES. Regretful? Absolutely not.
But here they are — perfectly cute, summery, and borderline emotionally healing.
I’m talking polo-collared dresses that make me feel like the chicest tennis player who’s never played, and adorable girly dresses that make me want to sip lemonade and twirl under imaginary fairy lights.
So if you’re wondering how I waste time?
I don’t.
I invest it… in rom-coms, playlists, dresses, and joy.
Next on the blog?
Possibly a “Which Dress Are You Based on Your Snack Preference?” quiz.
Whatever it is — it’ll be cute, chaotic, and probably involve me dancing in a polo dress at sunset. 🌸💃📺👟
I want to retire in a way that I don’t even remember what budgeting feels like. I want to be that kind of glamorously unbothered woman who wakes up and decides,
“Retirement Plans? Think Villa, Vibes, and Zero Wrinkles.”
How do I want to retire?
Easy. Happily, peacefully, and—sorry, not sorry—filthy rich. 💸
I’m not talking about “comfortable enough to knit and sip tea in silence” rich.
I’m talking villa by the sea, silk robe, sunhat bigger than my emotional issues rich.
Like, “Oh, I forgot my password to my offshore account again” rich.
I want to retire in a way that I don’t even remember what budgeting feels like. I want to be that kind of glamorously unbothered woman who wakes up and decides, “Today I’ll fly to Italy for lunch.” Will I do it? Who knows. But the freedom to say it dramatically is half the joy.
And let’s be clear:
I’m fully planning on being that eccentric old woman — dancing barefoot in the garden, blasting 2000s pop — but looking like she accidentally drank from the fountain of youth.
You’ll look at me and say, “She’s gotta be… what, 80?”
Then blink again and whisper, “Wait… is she 38 or just aging backwards out of spite?”
Because darling, wrinkles may be inevitable, but looking like I care? Optional. 🧴🕶️💅
I will use every serum, laser, LED light mask, and questionable TikTok skincare hack to look like I time-traveled from my 30s. I will age like a fine wine that also invested in a good aesthetician.
And when they ask me, “What’s your secret?”
I’ll lean in, sip my iced coffee, and say:
“Money. And not giving a damn.”
✨Next episode? It’s giving linen dresses, sunset selfies, and that one summer accessory that somehow made us believe we were that girl. (Because we are.) 🧺☀️👒🤍
Luxury? Oh honey, it’s not just yachts or private jets. It’s that first sip of coffee that tastes like hope, healing, and maybe a little gossip.
“Luxury is a State of Mind (and Also Sneakers 💅💸)”
Luxury? Oh honey, it’s not just yachts or private jets. It’s that first sip of coffee that tastes like hope, healing, and maybe a little gossip. It’s lighting up your day with an outfit that says, “I have my life together,” even if your brain is still buffering somewhere between Monday and… next Monday.
But let’s get serious for a sec.
My real, non-negotiable luxury? Sneakers. Not just any sneakers — the ones that whisper, “You don’t need another pair” while I’m already at checkout like, “Too late, babes.”
Lately, I’ve fallen hard (and fast, like it’s a rom-com I accidentally starred in) for:
🖤 The Samba LT in burgundy and silver — classy, sporty, and just dramatic enough to match my mood swings.
💜 The New Balance 740s in metallic purple — because my feet deserve to sparkle even when my plans don’t.
💚 The Jordan 1 Mids in glossy green and white — I put these on and suddenly I’m cooler than I actually am.
💛 And the Adidas Rivalry Hi in butter yellow and white — like sunshine for your feet, minus the SPF.
I won’t lie: these kicks own me. If I see a pair I love, I’m in my “Get Out of My Way, I’m Having a Moment” era. I could be deep in REM sleep, but if they drop online? I’m waking up faster than my alarm can even try.
Luxury isn’t just about stuff. It’s about the things that make you feel like you — caffeinated, cute, and maybe a little unhinged in the best way.
✨Next episode? perhaps… We’re getting flirty with summer dresses, Pinterest dreams, and the deep emotional journey of choosing between two outfits that are basically identical — but, like, have completely different vibes. 🌼👗💭
Buckle up babe, we’re getting deep but make it caffeinated.
Well, besides decent WiFi, a go-to coffee order, and at least one person who understands your “I’m fine” means “I’m spiraling” — it’s really not that complicated.
The secret sauce? Staying positive even when your mascara wand betrays you, and being thankful — not just for the Pinterest-worthy days, but for the “I cried while folding laundry” ones too.
Because life isn’t always a curated feed. Sometimes it’s plot twist after plot twist — like accidentally liking your ex’s new girlfriend’s vacation pic from 2019.
And yes, sometimes things get really bad. The kind of bad where you’re staring at your ceiling like, “So… this is character development, huh?” But guess what? Those messy moments — the ugly-cry, overthinking, panic-cleaning ones — are also the ones that teach us stuff. Like patience. Or the power of good snacks.
✨Key Ingredients for a Good Life✨
A bit of gratitude (even when your oat milk expires mysteriously fast) The ability to learn from anything — even your toxic ex or that hideous outfit phase you had in 2017 A sense of humor strong enough to survive a Monday And the knowledge that you can reinvent yourself as many times as necessary — and look good doing it
So yeah, live. Learn. Glow through it. You’re not meant to have it all figured out — you’re just meant to show up, thank life for the chaos, and keep going.
Because babe… the plot is still unfolding. And I have a feeling your next chapter is about to be main character level iconic. 💅🌟
Next on the blog?
Outfits so good they might heal your childhood trauma (or at least your wardrobe crisis). Pinterest dreams, daily slays, and summer looks that might just make your ex regret everything. Don’t miss it. 👗💔✨
Warning: may cause sudden confidence boosts and urge to strut. 👠📌☀️
Let’s unpack this ✨ existential ✨ question while rotating between outfits, responsibilities, and mild identity crises.
“Who do I spend the most time with?”
Let’s unpack this ✨ existential ✨ question while rotating between outfits, responsibilities, and mild identity crises. Because someone’s gotta slay and emotionally spiral — in style. 💅📌
So… who do I spend the most time with?
Currently?
My students.
My colleagues.
My planner.
And caffeine. In that order.
School’s still in full swing — no summer break, just summer dreams and hallway chaos. So yeah, the people I see most are tiny humans who think “You look tired today” is a compliment (it’s not), and teachers who’ve mastered the art of passive-aggressive printer rage.
BUT.
Plot twist: I actually love my job and the people I work with — which is rare. Because trust me, I’ve done the “working in a place that drains your soul like a toxic ex” phase. It’s a no from me. 💀
Now here’s the thing. I can wear whatever I want to school (within reason — no crop tops while explaining literary devices). But last year? Different story.
Imagine being 24, walking in with a cute outfit and someone goes:
“You dress a little too young.”
UM HELLO? I am young. Should I have walked in wearing regrets and orthopedic shoes???
Anyway. Dressing how I want is my emotional support system. Like if I don’t like my outfit, my confidence level hits “tiny sad marshmallow” real quick. So here’s what I’ve been rocking lately (aka surviving the semester in ✨vibes✨):
🩷 Look 1: Pink & Whimsical Teacher Barbie
White flowy skirt, denim vest, bubblegum-pink bag — this is for when I’m channeling main character energy and pretending my inbox doesn’t exist.
💚 Look 2: English Teacher on Summer Break (Mentally)
Striped green pants, chunky pink sneakers, graphic tee. Basically the outfit version of “I make weird eye contact with plants in IKEA.”
❤️ Look 3: Red Knit ‘I’m Spiraling but Make It Cute’
Red vest, black mini skirt, red Pumas. I look like I have my life together but I just used dry shampoo as a personality trait.
🖤 Look 4: Denim Drama ft. Boots That Mean Business
Oversized denim shirt, red leather bag, knee-high boots. For days when I’m 20% teacher, 80% undercover detective in a Netflix original.
So yeah — I spend most of my time with students and lesson plans, but I dress like I’m on tour. Because if I’m gonna question the meaning of life every Monday morning, I might as well do it with good lip gloss and an outfit that slaps.
Catch me navigating adulthood, low-stakes identity crises, and the staffroom printer — one slay at a time.
You know how some girls have mysterious names like “Luna” or “Seraphina” and they just look like they sip oat milk and own 6 journals? Well, plot twist: I was almost one of them.
Closet Chaos, Pinterest Dreams & the Name That Almost Was
You know how some girls have mysterious names like “Luna” or “Seraphina” and they just look like they sip oat milk and own 6 journals? Well, plot twist: I was almost one of them. For six glorious, blurry, milk-scented baby months, my name was Hazel. Yep. As in cozy sweaters, honey eyes, fairy energy. But then my parents had a “wait, never mind” moment and boom — they renamed me something that literally means “brunette beauty.”
I mean… I’m not even that brunette. Light ashy brown hair, fair skin, and the energy of an iced coffee that never melts — chill on the outside, mildly chaotic on the inside. And now, I’ve summer-bleached my hair so much, it’s basically screaming, “Did someone say coconut oil and emotional availability?” But sure. Let’s keep the brunette name. 🫠
Still, I kind of want Hazel back. Maybe just as a mood. Because, honestly, she feels like she’d wear wide-leg jeans, eat pistachio dark chocolate with iced coffee, and go shopping for tote bags that say “ugh.” And surprise — that’s literally me.
Speaking of which…
Let’s talk outfits that feel like therapy — aka the Pinterest collages I made while procrastinating every adult task I’ve ever had.
✨ Look one: denim Bermuda shorts, chunky sandals, a black loose tee, “ugh.” tote, and hair that says “I have 3 plans this summer and all of them are beach-related or involve iced coffee.”
✨ Look two: wide-leg dark jeans, a tee that roasts your ex, strawberry milk watch, glossy lips, and bleach-blonde hair that doesn’t whisper, but screams main character energy.
These are not just outfits. These are coping mechanisms, manifestations, and maybe… just a little bit of chaos. Closet chaos. Pinterest dreamboard kind of chaos. And I love it here.
So if I ever disappear, I’ve probably legally changed my name to Hazel, thrown on my fave jeans, and emotionally relocated to a collage I made at 1:43 a.m.
Next episode?
We’re diving into more fits and fashion girl delusions — because someone’s gotta slay through this existential crisis in style. 💅📌
My dream chocolate, —the holy duo: a bitter dark chocolate bar filled with crispy granola, sassy little pistachios, and a coffee-infused center that hits harder than my unresolved childhood trauma.
“Canceled Plans and No One Died: A Hero’s Journey in Sweatpants”
(Subtitle: Featuring emotionally supportive chocolate, strong coffee, and stronger boundaries.)
Once upon a time (a.k.a. three years ago), I’d say yes to every plan, every hangout, every “Let’s catch up!” text — even if all I really wanted was to catch up on sleep and eat something wrapped in foil. The fear of missing out? Real. But now? I cancel plans and guess what — the world doesn’t end. The chat group survives. And I get to stay home and emotionally recover from the idea of leaving the house.
Cue: me, in my softest, most judgment-free sweatpants. Hair slightly chaotic. Face makeup-free. Vibes immaculate. And in hand? My dream chocolate, —the holy duo: a bitter dark chocolate bar filled with crispy granola, sassy little pistachios, and a coffee-infused center that hits harder than my unresolved childhood trauma. I take one bite, sip my coffee (with oat milk, because ✨sensitive but strong✨), and feel like a woman who truly has it all.
I don’t light candles. I don’t journal in cursive. I don’t float in bubble baths with rose petals (too slippery, too risky).
But I do throw on a Netflix series I’ve already watched twice, and I eat my moody chocolate like it’s a love affair I’m not ready to define yet.
I do my best thinking in sweatpants — and my best life-avoiding too.
Some people do yoga. I cancel brunch. Some people run marathons. I run from social obligations and straight into the arms of caffeine and cocoa. And no, I’m not lazy. I’m just emotionally energy-efficient.
So here’s to those brave, beautiful nights where you say, “You know what? Not today.”
And instead of showing up to loud restaurants, you show up for yourself — snacks first, questions never.
Next episode?
The Real Girl Diaries 8:
Closet chaos, Pinterest dreams, and at least one outfit I’ll never emotionally recover from.
My favorite childhood book? Easy — Cuore by Edmondo De Amicis. A.k.a. Çocuk Kalbi, the book that had me sobbing in primary school like someone just canceled recess forever.
Social Battery: 2%. Brain: Loading. Outfit? Still Slaying
(Subtitle: Emotionally unavailable but fashionably unstoppable.)
My favorite childhood book?
Easy — Cuore by Edmondo De Amicis.
A.k.a. Çocuk Kalbi, the book that had me sobbing in primary school like someone just canceled recess forever.
It was all about kindness, resilience, friendship… basically everything adult life tries to delete from your brain the minute rent is due.
These days, I’m a primary school English teacher — aka “That lady who teaches weird words like ‘though’ and fights battles armed only with markers and sarcasm.”
And while I’m supposed to be shaping young minds, my own brain is… well, nowadays it’s in vacation mode.
I survive on iced coffee, passive optimism, and a carefully curated playlist I blast while dancing around my room like the quirky side character who will get her own spinoff.
My planner says “breathe,” just so I can cross something off and pretend I’m productive.
I narrate my life in my head like I’m in a BBC drama. “She opened her laptop with the reluctance of a woman who knew… nothing was saved.”
And the outfits?
Listen, if I’m going to have an existential crisis, I’m going to do it in a pink t-shirt and white jeans.
I’m fully in my summer bleached blonde era — hair bright enough to reflect the sun and blind my doubts.
Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves. I wear my mental status in my fashion: slightly unhinged, but undeniably cute.
Even when my brain is buffering and my social battery is at 2%, I still show up.
Maybe not with fully charged energy, but definitely with fully styled vibes.
Because life might be chaos, but at least I look like I RSVP’d to it on time.
Next time on The Real Girl Diaries:
“I Canceled Plans and No One Died: A Hero’s Journey in Sweatpants.”
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