So, last night I decided to change my bio to “Moon of Zozo” or whatever that means. Then I had a midnight epiphany—like, wait a minute, the moon? That glorified rock just reflecting sunlight like it's some kind of celebrity? Hard pass. It’s like that one friend who shines in group pics but has a whole mess going on behind the scenes. Nope, not me! And let’s be real, it’s basically a giant ball of “look at my craters, I’m mysterious!” But honestly, who wants to be compared to that? I woke up, rolled my eyes at my poor life choices, switched it back to “Elara,” and went back to sleep. #I am not moon
Good night folkz.
Huge shoutout to all the xx’s out there battling the struggle of choosing outfits like it’s the Hunger Games. "May the odds be ever in your favor!" So here’s to our fashion freedom—because if we can’t rock a lehenga at the hospital, where else can we make a grand entrance? 
