spoiled but never rotten. - by allyson. - and it's just me.

A podcast I listened to today described the "it-girl" internet archetype in a gorgeous phrase: “ a maniacal girl with easy rituals that are quite stressful to uphold.” Lately, my rituals have been more strain than solace. Typically, I come home from work, sweep through the doorway, and head straight for the shower. It’s one of those handheld ones with great water pressure—designed to be maneuvered over the landscape of your body. My sisters once urged me to buy a detachable head and screw it in permanently, but I resisted. There’s something about holding it that forces an intentionality in cleansing, a mindfulness in caring for myself. Afterwards, the layering begins. First comes the creaming of my body in a thin vanilla oil, followed by the slightly thicker build of my almond milk and manuka honey body butter. Next, I slide my fingers, slick and cold, into the hole of my belly to insert castor oil—a holistic ritual passed down to me through the hands of my mother. It helps me sleep li

A podcast I listened to today described the "it-girl" internet archetype in a gorgeous phrase: “ a maniacal girl with easy rituals that are quite stressful to uphold.” Lately, my rituals have been more strain than solace. Typically, I come home from work, sweep through the doorway, and head straight for the shower. It’s one of those handheld ones with great water pressure—designed to be maneuvered over the landscape of your body. My sisters once urged me to buy a detachable head and screw it in permanently, but I resisted. There’s something about holding it that forces an intentionality in cle