Monday, March 30, 2015

As Seedlings of God, We Barely Blossom on Earth; We Fully Flower in Heaven

Photography: BCaptured Photography
Shirt: Project Social T / Jeans: Current Elliott / Watch: Michael Kors / Cuff: Helen's Jewels c/o / Bag: Target / Shoes: Michael Kors / Bow: F21 / Lips: NARS-Dragon Girl

Life is crazy, and always unexpected. I never in a million years thought I would be writing this, but like I said life is crazy, and always takes me by surprise.

This weekend one of the greatest people I have had the pleasure of knowing passed away from a fatal car accident. When looking up the article online, I couldn't hold back the tears forming in my eyes when I saw his picture. "Mikey is fighting for his life" the article read. Looking at the pictures of both cars smashed like tin cans made me feel sick to my stomach. The hurt I feel for Mikey and his family is something I haven't felt in a very long time. He loved making others happy, and that was my favorite thing about him. I was always so proud of him on how he dealt with challenges in his life, and how he never let them get him down.

When listening to everyone's testimonies in church yesterday, it became real to me that Mikey was gone. After sacrament I went outside to sit, and cried for my dear friend. I replayed our life as friends in my mind, and all the adventures we had. I looked down at the scar on my forearm, and laughed how stupid we were when walking through a fence with roller blades cutting up my arm. My scar will be a permanent memory of my dear friend that I will hold close to my heart. He was so talented when it came to music, and I even made him write me a song. So many nights we stayed up in college laughing about life until the sunrise would come up. I think about my room back at home, and how it's filled with images of us as crazy kids in our high school years. 

Mikey was an amazing person inside and out, and will be missed greatly by anyone that knew him. The only thing that gives me peace at this moment is that I know he's with Heavenly Father now, and that he's in a better place. Your family are in my prayers. 

For those who knew Mikey Mcmillan please donate what you can to his family to cover some medical and funeral costs here.



Life does not begin with birth, nor does it end with death. Prior to our birth, we dwelled as spirit children with our Father in Heaven. There we eagerly anticipated the possibility of coming to earth and obtaining a physical body. Knowingly we wanted the risks of mortality, which would allow the exercise of agency and accountability. “This life [was to become] a probationary state; a time to prepare to meet God.” (Alma 12:24.) But we regarded the returning home as the best part of that long-awaited trip, just as we do now. Before embarking on any journey, we like to have some assurance of a round-trip ticket. Returning from earth to life in our heavenly home requires passage through—and not around—the doors of death. We were born to die, and we die to live. (See 2 Cor. 6:9.) As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.

Russell Nelson - April 2015 General Conference


Thursday, March 26, 2015

Boho Inspired Birthday for J Petite

Dress: En Creme / Necklace: Sara Bella / Tattoo: Flash Tattoo / Cuff: Helen's Jewels c/o / Sandals: Sam Edelman

I can't believe that today is the one year anniversary of my blog! I want to thank all of my readers for following me on my journey, and here's to another year of blogging!

Big thanks the amazing team that contributed to this shoot!!!!

Hair and Makeup: Bryanna Casey


Floral Crown: Boka Florals

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

IG Roundup

Dress: En Creme / Crown: Boka Florals c/o / Hair and Makeup: Bryanna Casey
Blog Planner: Darling be Daring
Tattoo: Flash Tattoo
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff / Earrings + Necklace: Rocksbox c/o (Get a FREE MONTH using the code JESSICAXOXO)
Lips: MAC-Lustering / Fragrance: Viva La Juicy / Necklace: Natasha / Bracelet: Helen's Jewels c/o
Bag: Target / Bracelet + Earrings: Rocksbox c/o / Jacket: BLANKNYC


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Beauty Craves and Faves

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Spring Trend: Blush


Photography: Rachael Pearce Photography
Top: Project Social T / Jeans: Topshop (got them in a petite size ONLY $65!!) / Jacket: BLANKNYC / Necklace: Natasha (sold out similar here) / Bag: Gigi New York c/o / Earrings: Helen's Jewels c/o / Shoes: Target (similar here and here) Lips: NARS-New Lover 

I hope you all had an amazing weekend! Today I will be featured on the blog Tartan & Sequins talking about wearing blush this season. Make sure you tune in later today on Julia's blog for the feature :)


Petite Review for Topshop petite moto jeans: I was really surprised when I got these jeans in the mail. No alterations needed!  I got a 24 waist (99% of the time I get a size 23), and they fit perfectly! The length was also perfect! I loved that these jeans ran small since I have a difficult time finding a pair that fits a 23 inch waist. I recommend sizing up when you buy these! 


Friday, March 20, 2015

#iamamormon

Photography: Rachael Pearce Photography
Co Star: Lil Myla :)
Today I am going to be sharing with you is something that I hold close to my heart. If there's one thing that I hope to do with my blog is that it's a platform for inspiration whether it's health, fashion, or anything in between. I want to share this story with you (if any one reads this silly blog at all) because it gives you a deeper insight to who I am, and who I have become over the years.

From the time I could remember my parents have always been divorced. I was raised without active religion in my two households. I don't even think I had a concept of how many different religions there were until I went into middle school. Middle school was probably one of the biggest moments in my life. At school I met my core group of friends who I am still close with, and consider to be my besties until I die. The majority of the girls were LDS, minus me and another. With us girls having such a tight bond, I naturally became close with their families. My friends homes became my home. I felt so comfortable being around their families, and enjoyed seeing how much love was in their homes. I felt myself envious at the age of 14, wanting to have the family dynamic where I lived with siblings and both parents. 

My friends would invite me to go to church with them up the street, and that helped give me a better understanding of the church. One of my best memories was with my friend Shannon. Every morning her family would wake up early to do scripture study, and that dynamic not only intrigued me but sparked something in me that I wanted to be apart of. Determined to be apart of that morning ritual, I would strap on my roller blades, and blade 3 miles (up hill) to her house. I would get there earlier than I expected, and would curl up on her porch not wanting to wake anyone up. When I would fall asleep it was quite comical for them to open the door to a hooded girl sleeping on their door step. 

It wasn't until I was 15 that I was offered to take missionary discussions at a friends house. Excited to learn more I would go over to my friend Emily's house where I would meet with the missionaries. I was given my first book of mormon, and was told to pray to Heavenly Father to seek guidance. They said if I prayed with an open heart, that I would feel that this was the true church. I did what they told me to do, and wasn't quite sure what that type of revelation would feel like. A couple weeks later my mom and I moved to California for her career. When moving down there I was supposed to be hooked up with another set of missionaries, but it never happened. With starting 10th grade in a new state, I focused more on making new friend, and didn't pursue learning more about the church. 

Fast forward couple month later. Winter. My mom and I have  a relationship where we are best friends, and then we fight like crazy. One of our fights got extremely elevated, and she sent me back to Utah to live with my dad. I refused to talk to her in order to avoid adding additional stress in my life. A month later she calls me, and tells me she's in town, and would love to catch up. Thinking that this was our moment to patch things up, I was thrilled to see her. She picked me up from school, and drove me to my grandpas work to visit. When we arrived I was immediately scolded and questioned. "Why is your dad trying to get child support?" 
"You were in on this!"
 Honestly there was a lot more things said that I've tried to block out of my mind. I had no clue that my dad was going after my mom for child support, and didn't understand why they thought I was the middle man. Let me just say I'm not trying to paint my parents in a bad light, but this is a crucial part of my story. 

I was overwhelmed. No wait... overwhelmed can't even describe how I felt. I felt so betrayed by my mom and grandpa, and didn't realize that they could ever do this to me. I am a freaking child! Not wanting to hear no more I left.  I ran in the snow until I found somewhere I could go to get myself together. To this day I can't even remember how far, or where I even went. I found myself in a bathroom crying like I never have before. Thinking more and more about the situation I cried harder and harder. I called my good friend, and was trying to explain to her what happened. I eventually had a panic attack where I was on the floor gasping for air, and eventually passing out. The next thing I remember is that the paramedics came, and my dad came shortly after. 

When getting to my dad's house I did something that I hadn't done in months. I got down on my knees, and prayed. I prayed that if this church was true that I would find peace. I got just that. With being in the worst emotional state in my life, Heavenly Father was there to hold me and give me the peace I needed. 

Spring. I started the missionary discussions again. This time I was more eager to learn, and knew this was right for me. When the time for my baptism arrived, I was so happy that my dad attended. When I discussed my baptism with my dad he said "It's not something I agree with, but if that's what you want then I support you." Every time I think about my dad at that moment, I can't help but to tear up because how much he loves and supports me. After my baptism I got one of the greatest gifts I have every received. My first pair of scriptures. When I first opened them up it was filled with encouraging notes from all my friends. Whenever I feel like I need a "pick-me" up I will turn to the first couple pages of my scriptures, and read the love that written by those who helped get to this point in my life.

I really wanted to write about my baptism for two reasons. First is to thank everyone (if they even will read this) from my friends to my family for all the support and inspiration you gave me to help me make such a big decision. Second reason is to show you a deeper look into who I am.




Thursday, March 19, 2015

Beach Babe

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