My Recruitment Story

So it all began my fall semester of freshman year.  I was living with my sister in an off campus apartment and knew one girl.  I had one friend.  That is so not me.  I have always had an amazing core group of friends so this was a huge shock to me.  I lacked a lot of the typical socializing that dorms provide.

Needless to say, I HATED school.  After sleepless nights and countless calls to my mom, I wanted to transfer and never look back.  I picked my schools to apply too and had it all figured out.  I was set on leaving.

But I stayed.  I told myself that I had to stick it out one more semester and then I could transfer. So, I signed up for sorority recruitment in the fall.  I didn't really have any expectations or predispositions like many girls do.  I was walking in blind. (which turned out to be the best thing ever)

First day of recruitment rolls around and I walked in alone. (story of my life)  But to my surprise, I met some amazing girls who are just as nervous as me!  We lined up for our first party.  Me, still clueless as to what is going on.  I didn't gel with the girls in my first party but thought that was normal.  You know the drill, smile and wave.

Time to line up for our second party.  By this time, me and the girl in front of me are buddies.  We walked into the party and immediately loved it.  There was red, yellow, and green decor and adorable pictures on the walls.  I talked to some amazing girls, all in the same family.  We talked about netflix and gossip girl and chili and full house.  It just felt normal.  The entire rest of the day, I kept saying "Dang.  I really liked that rasta sorority!"

So, day two and three rolls around, yup, still loved that rasta sorority!

Flash forward to bid day.  I had two sororities left.  My favorite, and my least favorite.  (of course)  I was so nervous to open my bid.  I was blowing up my friends phone who I had met through recruitment freaking out.  I barely knew the girl yet she was talking me down from a nervous rampage.

I open my bid, and guess what colors I see.  Red, Yellow, and Green.  I was offered a bid from my favorite sorority, Alpha Gamma Delta.

In the following weeks, I went through the initiation process and was given a big and joined my family.  Remember that girl whose phone I was blowing up?  Yup, she is now my cousin. I immediately fell into a huge group of girls who became my best friends.  Now I have events, socials, meetings, and parties to attend with my best friends.  I am so busy and I love it.

Going greek has opened so many doors for me that I am forever grateful for.  I have met so many amazing people and been a part of amazing things.  I am so thankful that I stayed at Towson and signed up for recruitment because I wouldn't change this for the world.

As recruitment steadily approaches this semester, I can not wait to be apart of other girls' recruitment stories.  So, if you haven't already, consider going greek.  You will find your forever home.  I promise, you won't regret it.

Life.

"Life gets in the way sometimes."  I've heard this saying over and over and never fully understood it until finals week.

You may have noticed that I have been absent from Bmore You the past few weeks.  I regret this and wish I could post amazing content everyday but I can only do so much.  I am in the middle part one of hell week.  Yes, pre-finals week.  Today is my last day of class.  Now I have one paper and three finals in between me and sweet freedom.

Between Christmas, finals, Alpha Gam, family, and sleep, I have had absolutely no time to be a real person.  I have barely texted people, gone out to lunch, or watched Netflix.  THAT is when you know you are busy.  Am I right?

But here I am.  In the final days of my fall semester of sophomore year.  Stressed out in sweats and a messy bun living off of coffee.  I am feeling quite accomplished that I managed to put on some eyeliner and chapstick on today.  (sad, huh?)  Today, I took two exams who kicked my butt.  At this point, I do not really know how to feel about school, or anything for that matter.

I have so many ideas planed for amazing blog posts and haven't had the time or resources to do them! I have already decided that this will be my main goal over Christmas break.  Prepare yourselves for some thrift hauls, holiday recipes, winter lookbooks, product reviews and much more!

I have been showered with love and support for my blog and I am sincerely appreciative of all of my readers. I do not know how to describe the feeling when people say how much they love reading your creations and how it helps them bond with their friends and family.  I started Bmore You because I am a person who HATES confrontation and attention.  I was embarrassed to tell people that I have a passion for fashion. I know it sounds silly but it is a personal thing that I was nervous how the world would perceive it.  So thank you for being so supportive and accepting of me.  The real, true me.  It blows me away that I am inspiring others to be themselves.  I am reaching my goal of connecting with others and I couldn't be more proud.

So, let me stop babbling and get back to studying.  Thanks for the support and stay tuned for some bomb content!

Happy studying! : )

Insecurities

I wrote this post a while ago.  Being harshly honest and open.  I never posted it in fear or the reactions.  Ironic right?  But today, I attended a screening of a new documentary called "The Illusionists" by Elena Rossini.  It prompted me to re-think this post and want to share it with y'all.
So, here it goes...

Everyone has insecurities.... right?

I scared myself the other day.  For the first time in my life, I had a "self hate" thought.  Sorority formal is coming up and I thought "hm, my outfit would look so much better if my stomach was flatter.  Maybe I'll eat less the week before so I will look good in pictures."

This stopped right in my tracks.  What was I thinking?  Starving myself to look "slimmer" in photos.  Harming myself.  Why?

All throughout my life, I have had low self esteem.  I have never been one hundred percent comfortable with my body and appearance.  But I had accepted that "fact" and was content with being "less than".  I tried everything.  Ate well.  Worked out.  Drank water.  Nothing made me feel completely comfortable with my body.

I have always hated how my stomach looked.  Always thought it was pudgy and big.  I have never worn tight clothing without covering up my stomach.  I do not own a body con dress.  Flowy is my friend.  I've learned how to dress for my body shape to draw attention aware from my stomach to look more flattering.

The fact that I have a fear of people looking at or touching my stomach is so sad.  But the fact is, most people have this.  Maybe its their teeth or toes or thighs or hairline.  Why though?  Why do we hate parts of our bodies?  Our bodies are amazing and unique.  No two stomachs are the same.  Why do we compare ourselves to actresses, singers, athletes, and our peers.

I am here to say that I love my body.  I love my pudgy tummy and my chicken skin on my arms and my uneven eyebrows and my long toes and my freckles on my legs.  I love my body and I pledge to uplift myself and accept my body.  I promise to stop comparing myself to others.

I invite you to address your insecurities.  Accept them.  Love them.

going greek

I was never told the benefits of joining greek life in college.  You see the movies about the stereotypical sorority girl.  She is a thin, blonde girl who has the best wardrobe and makeup.  She is the popular girl on campus but is failing a few classes.  Her only goal is to be popular and go to parties.  She gets black out drunk every weekend and has first pick of the frat boys.

 

Even though there may be a girl in a sorority somewhere that fits that criteria, there is SO much more to greek life than booze and boys.  So here is what greek life means to me:

always having someone to go to Chipotle with

being proud of wearing letters

having amazing photo-shoots

attending meeting every week to see my sisters

having 100 advocates

branching out and trying new things

having a tutor 

late night dance sessions 

sharing my love of country music

stealing each others clothes

being the mother duck 

crafting, crafting, and more crafting

always having something to do 

finding my people

growing into myself 

finding other crazy cat ladies

smizing

support in anything i do

a no judgement zone 

Greek life means so much more than the stereotypes so next time you go to say something bad about sorority girls, think twice