White After Labor day: Fashion Faux Pas?

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Just to clarify, labor day is in September, marking the final days of summer and the beginning of fall.

Okay, so first off we need to address where this whole “don’t wear white after labor day” came from. Well, allow me to give you a bit of a history lesson.

This entire concept started in the 1800s where wearing white allowed for differentiation between classes. Those of a higher caliber would wear white during the summer months because the weather was poppin’ and the rich people enjoyed it by sipping their iced teas and taking part in leisure activities. On the contrary, those who worked for them would wear black because they were working away. When the cooler months rolled in, the “rich people” traditionally, would no longer wear white. However, there are practical implications of this faux pas. During this time of year, it starts to snow and typically, it’s not that thick beautiful white snow that just stays as is. It more often than not becomes very slushy, dirty, and gross -not really an incentive to wear white pants… 2017-11-14-PHOTO-00000068

Caught up in the midst of this fashion crisis I texted my friend who gave me well-founded fashion advice: “wear whatever you want” she said. So I did! I had bought these pants over the summer wanting to wear them but just never really had the opportunity as there were many other outfits that I also wanted to rock.

I must say, that I made it through most of the day without getting those pants dirty but then… In the evening after I hopped out of my friend’s car, I noticed dirt marks on the back of my pants 😦

So would I wear white pants after labor day again? Yes, but I would just be a bit more careful next time. As one of my friends likes to say “You gotta risk it to get the biscuit!” (Don’t I have wonderful friends?)

All in all, in fashion, rules are made to be broken so question the norms and don’t be afraid to push the boundaries a little 😉

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Outfit details:

Gloves and toque: Spring

Poncho: Topshop

T-shirt: H&M

Jeans: Levis

Booties: Softmoc

“Fashion is not about the price tag of the clothes, but the style of the one wearing them” -Gma ❤ 

Golden Milk Recipe

 

 

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Hey Friends! This is my first recipe post ever! I’m so excited!

So let’s get down to it. First off, what is golden milk and why drink it? Good questions! Golden milk is basically like hot chocolate but instead of using cocoa powder, we use turmeric which gives it a beautiful golden color, hence its name. To answer the second question, turmeric is a plant from the ginger family and popular in Asia for its well-known health benefits. Tumeric contains the active ingredient curcumin (this gives it it’s bright color) which helps our bodies maintain a regular response to inflammatory events (soreness, tenderness, strenuous activities, post-surgery or injury) (Mayo Clinic). I’m not one to claim that a single food is a remedy in itself. I believe that the body works together and that several nutrients coming from a well-rounded diet, physical activity, minimal stress, good sleep, people, and love are all needed to truly heal and live a healthy life. With that said, there are several recipes for golden milk out there, this is just my own.

So without further ado, I will share this recipe with you!

Recipe: (vegan, gluten-free, refined sugar-free) 

Yield: 2 1 cup servings 

Prep time: 5 minutes 

Total time: 10 minutes 

Ingredients: 

1tsp coconut oil (optional)

1tbsp maple syrup 

1 tsp vanilla

2 cups plant-based milk (I used unsweetened cashew milk)

1 tsp cloves 

1 tbsp ground turmeric

1 cinnamon stick  

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Directions: 

Place a medium sauce-pan on low heat. Add coconut oil, maple syrup, and vanilla. Let the coconut oil melt. Add the plant-based milk and turn the heat up to medium-low and stir. Add cloves, turmeric, and cinnamon stick. Stir the ingredients. Keep stirring while the stove is on medium-low and let the milk heat up and boil. Once heated (I usually wait until the cinnamon stick opens up) strain the milk into two cups or use a wooden spoon like I did. Enjoy with a friend!

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Note: If you choose to omit the coconut oil add in milk first and keep the stove on medium-low.

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All photos featured were taken by my friend Emily!

Check her out on Instagram: @dvnixllx

My Story

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I cannot remember a time in my life when how I looked was not a source of stress for me. I was never really “skinny” as a child so I idolized the ideals that society calls the “perfect woman”. I laugh now because I know that there is no such thing and it is heart-breaking how we believe the lies that are constantly being fed to us. It was not until I was around 16 or 17 that I realized that I was struggling with this inner turmoil. I remember around the age of 14 that I had gained a  noticeable amount of weight. So that summer I dedicated my time to dieting (eating 1 meal a day) and exercising excessively. My family, my friends, and I noticed a lot of weight loss. The praise and recognition acted as positive reinforcement for me so I continued to skip meals frequently, and exercising “too much” was normal for me. I was then exposed to “clean eating” which I now realize was just gravely cutting down my carbohydrate intake. Carbs were the enemy… So I ate a lot of vegetables and fruits that were extremely low in calories, proteins, some dairy, and a lot of healthy fats. I lost a significant amount of weight that year to the point where I began to feel sick but the fear of getting “fat” trumped my body’s warning signs. I remember a time when I had met up with a couple of my friends at a coffee shop. One of them offered me a donut, I cannot begin to tell you the anxiety that I felt. After denying it several times and them insisting that I have it, I ate the donut feeling extremely guilty and disappointed in myself, so much so that the moment I got home I started running stairs to burn off the calories that I had just so rebelliously consumed. My weight constantly controlled how I lived my life: I had to brush my teeth X amount of times or I would get fat, I had to stay standing for this long or I would get fat, I had to do such and such or I would get fat. It soon affected my social relationships as I would not want to go out to eat with friends due to the fear that I would have to eat something remotely unhealthy. I was trapped. So when I became ill, I went to the doctor with my mom and the doctor had told me that “it was okay to eat everything”. Some of my family members, including my father, spoke to me and told me I was “beautiful” something I had not heard myself say for a long time… I then began to seek healthier ways to maintain my weight, well, let’s just say I ended up eating waaay too much and I wasn’t enjoying my life ( which is what I feel like food is supposed to be about). So I was on this roller coaster and it wasn’t until university that I was able to achieve some sort of balance. And I feel like God had a lot to do with that.

For those who don’t know, I am a Christian so yes I go to church, yes, I read my bible, but most importantly, I have a relationship with God. I don’t  believe that it was a coincidence that once I got closer to Him my stress and anxiety around food, the belief that I was not beautiful, the belief that I was not good enough began to diminish. I had a healthier relationship surrounding food, it was more about community, enjoying what God has given me, and nourishing my bodies (and soul). In Genesis 1:27 it says: “God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” I knew that the bible said that but it wasn’t until after I had to fight my inner demons that this piece of scripture became a sword for me. If I have never been exposed to that truth I don’t know where I would have been today possibly deeply unsatisfied, self-destructive, and envious. As I am writing this post I am listening to the song “No Longer Slaves” by I Am They on repeat, the lyrics speak the deep truth and sums up the journey I have gone through which are: “I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God.” My identity does not lie in my weight, it does not lie in my appearance, it lies in my identity in Christ, and because of that, the chains that I was bound in by my fear of my weight were broken.

I am not saying that all of my anxiety around food has completely vanished. I am still human, I am still stained, and I am still growing. But I have no doubt that God will be there for me to fall back on when I need it, in my highs, and in my lows, He will be there. I share this story rarely and I chose to share it now and on this platform, because it is a huge testament to my faith, it reveals God’s goodness and not only my but YOUR worth.

Where I am Now 

So over the years, I developed a deep passion for cooking nutritious,  delicious, and sometimes not so healthy treats (for the soul😉 ). I exercise regularly (but not excessively) to maintain my physical and mental health. I pick up my bible daily to remind me of the truth about myself and the world. I pick up some interesting books here and there to deepen my knowledge and unwind. I am in the process of finding that “balance” in my life hence, the name of this blog. If I find something interesting or if I have anything I feel the need to share  I’ll be updating you here!

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I honestly don’t know if I was meant to start a blog but  I want to pursue this blog with a purpose. I hope you all enjoy it and spread the love.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb” -psalm 139:13

LOVE

Jasmine