After much thought about what I wanted to do with my writing, I’ve returned. I was having a hiatus every few weeks because I had become unsure with what community I was diving into. I wanted to be in the fashion community, but the more I saw, the more I found myself hesitant to go deeper.
I have been writing on this blog for about two years, but recently early this year, I noticed my heart wasn’t in my writing anymore. I want to attempt to salvage this because my blog is my life. I wasn’t meant to write only about clothes, sales, and where to buy things. I do love reading those types of blogs because I want to know for myself, but I honestly don’t have a talent in shopping for good deals, or even pairing different pieces of clothing together! And I’m tired of pretending like I am. I don’t want to be mediocre in my writing; I want to write from my heart, because that’s how I can touch others.


In this industry, most of us go with trends. I also went with trends, at least in clothing and beauty. But I want to come out and speak about the truth finally. Not only in fashion and beauty, but also in the ever growing feminist undertone that seems to be creeping into the fashion and beauty industry. The social issues that impact the blogsphere are important because blogs and social media are some of the main drivers of opinion in today’s media. Most of the things I own I bought after discovering them from a blogger/vlogger or social media. And until recently, I also swallowed all of the lies fed to me about culture from the prominent figures in the blogsphere and social media. I want to turn away from the trends and find true and simple beauty in life.
I am still a dreamer. I still spend most of my time thinking about life. But I have changed my mind on a lot of things I thought I understood. I have been “red-pilled,” as they call it. I want to continue with my fashion and beauty posts, but also write a token story or topic linked to each one. Many people have told me to do beauty tutorials, but I rarely change my make up, even in photoshoots. The only thing I really change sometimes is the lipstick, because I was absolutely obsessed with finding the perfect lipsticks, but even now, I have found my go-to colors and I don’t think I’ll be buying new ones anytime soon. And I have tried so hard to write about only fashion, but I am just not excited enough to write something meaningful. I want to find purpose again in my writing. Because without it, how can anyone find value in the writing?
I want to dive deeper into some topics that I already write about, like beauty, fashion, self confidence, and healthy lifestyle practices. But I also want to explore new topics that interconnect with these, such as what feminism has become, how to reform the body positivity movement, race tensions and how it relates to the fashion/beauty industry, and how politics and culture are shaping our world today. As current events shape our culture, I want to give my take on what is happening, how we can preserve the parts that are slipping away, and how to adapt to the future.
While we live in a world full of deceit, it seems that we are always searching for genuine people. Hopefully you’ll follow me on my journey to becoming a better writer as well as a better person.

XO Nicoco

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Controlling Mindset: Five Good Things About Winter

As you probably know, I hate winter. But I’ve actually never hated to the extent that I do right now. And I’ve also mentioned that I wished I could be as happy as Pimtha in the cold. 

How??? I think it’s because her mindset is stable and happy. She focuses on the good things. 
Usually I’m more focused on what’s going on in my life than the weather, but since the summer left me last year, it’s like it swept away all of the good feelings I had in my life. I don’t know why I’ve allowed it to turn into a depression. 
I’m going to list five (yes, only five) things that make winter a happy season:
1.) Snuggling in warm blankets

2.) Crisp cool air that refreshes. 

3.) Holiday decor. 

4.) Warm drinks like coffee, tea, and cocoa. 

5.) Eating soup. 

Okay, now only two more months of this. 


As I sit here at a desk by myself looking out at the sun that has finally shown itself after a week’s time, I think I know where hope comes from. For me, my hope is in the sun. 

It’s the reassurance that life isn’t so bad after all. A reminder that even in the most difficult times in life, we can always count on the sun rising the next day. It’s a joy that we take for granted when we’re used to the sun being there all the time. It’s a great feeling to know that each day we can begin again and live differently from the day before. The sun gives us another chance. 
There is simple pleasure in laying in the cool grass during summer under the sun’s rays.  It can make even the most depressed people happy, even if only for a moment. The warmth is like a soft blanket, enveloping you with the feelings of an embrace.
Sometimes it’s lonely being outside on a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. But I’ve come to realize that one is never alone when the plants are alive around one. The sun gives life. 
At this moment I feel silenced and troubled. But when I look up into the sky and I see the sun smiling down on me, I feel that maybe I can focus on what’s good in my life.

I believe I am a true Heliophile. 

The World's Gift to the Hopeless

When you’re alone and you feel like nobody will understand, there is music. Music is the ghosts left behind of those who have felt the feelings you’re feeling right now. It’s the expression that can’t come through in a conversation with someone you’re close with. Music is the guide and caretaker of the broken souls. 

You’re not alone; someone has felt it too. It’s in the music. 
You just have to stop and listen.