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Friends, family, and ex lovers

Brooks…let’s call him Brooks. Brooks and I were really close for really long. He was the most amazing man that I had ever met. I loved him with everything I was, and hoped for the same back. I would have done anything for him. I still would, if we’re being honest. He was straight out of a Disney movie, and he never once failed to make me smile. With him, the world was right. Everything was ok. He was the missing piece that God knew that I needed. I really thought that he was my soulmate! But, something wasn’t right in our relationship. There was something missing, and I could tell. I’m pretty sure Brooks could, too.

God closed that chapter of my life. And, of course, I was sad that the guy that I would have given my life for was no longer in it.

Brooks is still a recurring character on my mind, and I will NEVER stop respecting the bajeezus outta that boy. But, even if it isn’t something I want, God has a plan. And Brooks isn’t a part of it.

I pray for Brooks daily. I still love him, and I’ll never stop. I still talk about him like he’s the best thing in the world (well…cuz he is). He’s going to make some girl very happy one day. I want HIM to be happy. I had to come to the harsh realization that I just couldn’t give him what he needed. It terrifies me that the next girl he’s with may not love him the way that I did. I want him to be treated with the respect that he deserves, NOTHING less. You know, I just hope she’s freaking perfect.

I would like to say that Brooks and I are still friends, but….I dunno, I think he needs a healthy break from me. Which I understand.

My friends and my family were there for me every step of the way. When Brooks was there, and when he wasn’t. I see now, more than ever, that I’m so blessed to have what I have. I have the best group of people to support my every move, and I’ve got so many exciting things coming my way. I can’t be mad at God for what He’s done to change my life. After all, He knows better than I do.

I’m trustin’ ya, Man. I know You’ll give me what I need.

-Jen


Instagram: @jenny.biggs

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I’m not always like this butttt…

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have your moments, too. I’m an emotional person, ok? I’ll cry over nonsense and get made fun of because of it.

FOR EXAMPLE:

I had to go into this fancy building the other day. I’m wearing a dress, heels, and all I’m carrying are my keys and my phone. I look like the least intimidating person ever. I have to go through security before entering the main building. I put my keys and my phone on the tray and gave the officer a really high pitched “hiiii.”

He wasn’t amused.

“There’s pepper spray on your key chain. You can either take it back to your car right now or I’m going to confiscate it. You will not get it back.”

I teared up. He used the word “confiscate”! It sounded so police-like! For a minute I thought he was going to arrest me. It was terrifying!

In a soft voice, I said:

“My feet hurt, and it’s a long walk to my car. You can have it.”

Without saying a word, he took my pepper spray off of my keychain and handed my keys back to me.

*sniffle sniffle*

I took them from him and whispered, “have a nice day.”

I made my way to the lobby of the building and another officer stopped me. I guess you can say that I wear my emotions on my sleeve, because he saw that I was about to break down into a big puddle of emotions.

“Ma’am, is everything ok? Was that your pepper spray?”

“Oh, yes sir, but it’s ok. I’ve never used it anyway. I’ve just always kept it with me in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

“Oh, well you made a smart move. Those things go bad after about 9 months.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you. Have a nice day!”

That made it a little bit better. But it still didn’t stop the wild emotions that I was feeling.

I fast walked to the nearest bench as a tear rolled down my cheek. I hung my head and let out the quiet sob that I had been holding in for way too long. Let me tell you, it’s been a whirlwind of events these past few weeks. It wasn’t just my pepper spray being confiscated that made me break down. I’ve realized some things over the past few weeks. I’ve made some pretty big sacrifices for some things that turned out to be nonexistent. I didn’t go to my dream college so that I could stay here and chase after something that I ended up regretting. Fast forward a year, and all I regret now is not going with my gut. Who knows where I would be?

Deep stuff, but I learned my lesson.

Moral of the story:

• Crying is healthy. Don’t hold back something that you’ve been putting in any amount of effort keeping in.

• Don’t make sacrifices for anything or anyone that you’re not sure is here to stay.

• Take time for your mental health, whether it be going out with friends, spending time with your family, or (my personal fave) getting a mani pedi!

Maybe if I would have taken this advice earlier, I wouldn’t be crying in public. Luckily, nobody saw me…I don’t think.


Instagram: @jenny.biggs

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Neverland

I just turned 22 *deep breaths, deep breaths*

I don’t know about you, but I feel that the older you get, the more pressure is thrown at you.

“Are you married yet?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Do you live by yourself?”

GUYS, I’M A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE! I’m working on it. I’m not married, I definitely don’t have children, (but I have a really cute dog!!) and I still live with my mom (remember how I told you that I’m still in college?)

Remember the cute dog I was talking about?

If you’re interested at all, I’m working on a Bachelors degree in Communications with a focus in Public Relations. At least I know what I’m doing with my life! Now…somebody come pat me on the back.

To make you feel a tad bit better, here’s a look into my first experiences at college:

When I graduated high school, I was a little bitty 17 year old…yes, I was one of the youngest in my graduating class. I was planning on pursuing a degree in psychology. I enrolled in a community college near me, and began taking all of my basic classes (because I still wasn’t positive that I wanted to go for psychology). After about a week in school, I decided that I wanted to be a marine biologist, instead. It just sounded cool, ok?? Well…I took biology (just basic biology) and it scared me off. I changed my major, once more, to social work. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it WAS NOT for me.

I was ready to raise the white flag, when my dad came up with an idea. “Hey Jen, have you ever thought about majoring in Public Relations??” No, dad. No, I haven’t. But, I am now.

Long story short, I took one glance at the degree plan (no math, woohoo!) and fell in love. I’m so happy that I’m doing what I’m doing. It took a lot of praying and a deep conversation with my dad to get me where I am today.

So…to everybody out there who doesn’t know yet. Who feels like they need to have their life together by the time they graduate high school. Here’s my advice to you:

Take a deep breath, and be still and know.

For a quick elaboration, keep reading…

Take a deep breath

Stop everything for a minute, and take a breath. Just close your eyes and turn on some music (cello music is my fave!!) and relax. Your body just needs a minute or two to relax.

Be still

I’m going to tell you right now, this is the hardest part for me. It involves being patient and waiting. Being still, meaning “be patient”, is a critical step in the process. Maybe God’s timing is different than your own. But God has PERFECT timing. Trust in Him, and He will make your paths straight.

Know

Know that you are in the place that you’re in. So many people go through the “denial” phase. If you don’t know what you’re doing with your life, admit that to yourself. Or even better, admit it to a close friend. It really helps to talk about it!

Don’t worry if you’re 22 and aren’t married with two kids…because that’s about where I am right now.

I’m still smilin’!

Instagram: Jen Biggs

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Breaking it down: Life, fashion, and styling

Life…fashion…styling… Three things that are pretty darn essential. That is, if you’re at all interested in making the most of what you’ve got here on planet Earth…

Life:

There’s living, and then there’s living. And let me just tell ya…L & F Clothing Boutique is all for living. Cute clothes are THE SHIZ, but this charming online shop is more than that. Jessica Shelter, the talented woman who runs this business, believes in giving back. She does work for boutiques aside from her own. She helps promote a non profit boutique just out of the goodness of her heart. That made me want to buy EVEN MORE items from her boutique.

(Like my dress?? Get it here.)

While we took pictures, it was scorching hot. I was sweating, and I know that Jessica was, too. Not even batting an eye, she stood there and snapped pictures until she got the one that she wanted (and that had the best lighting AND the most flattering angle). I must say, I may have come off as quite the wimp. And the worst part…we were in the shade! The performance that I saw yesterday was an example of working in a harsh condition. You’re a better person than I am, Jessica. Bravo.

We meandered around until we came to the perfect alley way. Not only was it in the shade and had phenomenal lighting, but it provided darling scenery for a darling photo.

Fashion:

All (ok, MOST) of us strive to make good fashion choices. Jessica works not only on her OWN fashion, but the fashion of others. How…sweet…is…that. I barely notice if my right shoe matches my left one.

I mean it when I say that L & F Boutique has something for everybody. Even for ME! I’m not an easy person to shop for…I’m 5’10 and half of my height is from my legs! Don’t get me wrong, a lot of the times I like my legs, but even MORE often, I wish I was just a pocket sized being like a lot of my friends. On the very first page of Jessica’s boutique, I found this dress. With this sucker, I don’t have to pull it down every 5 seconds or tug at it awkwardly when I sit down. Believe me when I say…that’s not something I easily come by…

Styling:

I met Jessica in my denim jacket. I said, “oh, sorry, I’ll take this off!” She said, “no, keep it on, we could do something cute with this!” Right away, she was helping style me. She’s good at it, and that’s why she made it her job.

Styling an outfit isn’t a talent that everyone has. Some people have the special touch (hey Jessica!!) and some people don’t. That’s where a boutique like this one (or if you’re really lucky, Jessica, herself 😆) comes in handy.

Check out her boutique, and start feeling great TODAY! You won’t regret it.

-Jen

@jenny.biggs

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How to gain weight the healthy way

To answer your question, it’s jewelry. And maybe there’s a few other ways, but this is the way I know how, ok?

Yes. You CAN layer up in the summer. Even if you live in Alabama. I’ve gotcha covered, ma dudes. Lil shorts and lil tank tops look darling with lil charms. But, I’m afraid that you’re not getting the full effect…

Well…would you just look at that? What a classy alternative to amp up your simple outfit. Good news, ladies. You can leave the 6 inch heels that force you into doing a special kind of yoga that costs a million bajillion dollars (guilty) at home. Who needs to practice the “child’s pose” 3 times a day (guilty again) when it’s SO much easier to jazz up an outfit with cool jewelry. Psshh. Heels aren’t even that cool…and maybe I’m just mad at the world right now because I wore heels for a week straight and now I have more blisters than I can count. But, that’s beside the point.

My personal fave: pearls

Real? Fake? Yeah, I’m not telling you, Ok, they’re fake…imitation is the highest form of flattery, am I right?

You can tell a lot about a person from their jewelry. Or at least, the person that they WANT to be. For example. I think I want to be sophisticated today. Hence, the getup.

Then there’s the whole bracelet thing. I’ve always been kind of boring in this area…but I’m coming out of my shell for the sake of this post. You’re welcome.

I’ve always been a big fan of jewelry, don’t get me wrong. But, I don’t USUALLY wear this much. Remember how I talked about “layering up” earlier? Yeahhhh, it rarely happens here.

Back in February, I made a New Year’s resolution (I WAS A MONTH LATE IN THE WHOLE RESOLUTION-MAKING PROCESS). It was to go outside of my comfort zone more. My goal is to make things that are uncomfortable feel comfortable. Maybe I’m taking baby steps towards that goal, (cuz wearing fun jewelry isn’t exactly something that you would call “courageous”) but you’ve gotta start somewhere, right?

-Jen

@jenbiggs_

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One Biggs Happy Family

While living in a small town in lower Alabama, it’s easy to bump into a figure from your past. For this reason, dating can be a tad bit difficult. Not to mention, there’s not a huge variety of eligible bachelors/bachelorettes. And that is exactly why the Biggs clan often likes to find our fellas from out of town. Sometimes, the “out of town” rule is more like “out of state.” Let me tell you what my dad pulled off:

After I graduated high school, I went to live with my daddy. I was going to community college, and studying my boo-tay off. Dad went to work while I went to school, and in the evening, we basically had the same routine. Eat dinner, clean up, and watch The Simpsons until we could barely hold our eyes open.

Daddy was casually dating, (he’s never had a problem with the ladies) and I was praying that he would find the right one to spend the rest of his life with.

One day, I was folding laundry and waiting for my dad to come home. I heard the key turn and I turned down the television so we could talk about our day. The first thing out of my dad’s mouth was, “I found the woman that I’m going to marry.” I laughed it off and said, “HA, ok dad.” He looked at me with a serious face and said, “no, really, I’m going to marry her.” I started asking him about her, and quickly found out that she lived in BATON ROUGE, and they had never even met in person. Oh, and get this…the woman had a boyfriend.

Ok…so, let’s rewind a few months…

My daddy is originally from Baton Rouge, and he had a lot of good friends in that area. One of his best friends, Shelley, posted a picture of a few of his childhood classmates gathered around a table. He recognized everybody in the photo except for this one particular woman…

He asked Shelley (bottom right) who this woman was, and found out that her name was Adaina Watson (top left). He found her on Facebook, and the weirdo decided to MESSAGE THE LADY. I should mention that my dad was seeing a different woman at the time, and the whole situation looked SO unlikely…and kind of weird.

MONTHS go by, and this lady still hasn’t messaged my dad back. Now that I think about it, she was probably a little bit weirded out…

FINALLY, almost half a year later, the woman responded.

“Hey! You had sent me a message a while back, and I just got around to it.”

And there it was. The first thing that Adaina ever said to my daddy…or so we thought. After a while of messaging back and forth, they found out that they had met before. In 7th grade. My dad pulled out his seventh grade yearbook, and sure enough, there she was.

Adaina finally got comfortable enough to give my dad her number. The two texted, while my dad continued to obsess over her. As I was finding out more about her, the more I was wanting her to stay in my dad’s life. He was so happy, and that’s what I wanted for him.

Adaina still lived in Baton Rouge with her son, who was 17 at the time. She filled my dad in on him and his many accomplishments.

My dad goes by the name of Andrew, even though his first name is Steven. Steven Andrew Biggs. Let me tell you why his name is cool. Adaina named her son Stephen. STEPHEN ANDREW WATSON! We both took that as a sign. I started to think that maybe this little something could turn into a big something…

I gave daddy a hypothetical situation. What if Adaina was single? Aaaand, that made him go crazy. But, the good news was, he wasn’t crazy for long. Like magic, Adaina parted ways with her boyfriend, and it was ON. My dad’s plan was to pursue her no matter the cost. He carried it out beautifully.

I remember the day that he decided to meet Adaina halfway for their first in-person/date thingy. I helped him pick out his clothes, and made sure he looked good. Well…I guess I have good judgement because Adaina liked him. He came home that day happy as the sun! For a majority of their conversation, Adaina tried to talk my dad out of dating her.

“I’m not going to cook for you, I’m not going to clean for you, and I’m not going to scratch your back.”

Ouch.

You know how much that affected my dad? Not at all.

Daddy, not intimidated in the slightest, said, “I can cook, I can clean, and I can scratch my own back.”

I guess she was impressed because guess who got a kiss on the first date?!

The two continued to have Skype dates, and my dad would go over to Baton Rouge when he could. It came time for her to come down to stay with us in Alabama. This would be Adaina’s first time meeting our family. I remember it so well. She was an angel. She was just what my dad needed and what my family wanted for him.

Adaina had always wanted a daughter, and she loved spending time with me and my sister. We bonded with her and fell more in love with her every day. As did my dad.

I got a call from my dad, not even a year later, and he told me that he was planning on popping the question. He kept repeating, “I hope she’s going to say yes!” I must have rolled my eyes at least 30 times within that five minute conversation.

The day came. It was around the time that “Pokémon GO” was really popular. Dad had told Adaina that we were, as a family, going out to play Pokémon GO. When we arrived to our destination, we stepped out of the car, and Adaina was expecting to go catch a Pikachu. And that’s when daddy pulled out a ring and got down on one knee. Adaina didn’t hesitate to say, “YES!!”

What a great day.

Today, I watched that beautiful lady walk down the isle. I watched her say “I do” and I watched my dad say it back. I watched our family and friends smile through their tears of pure joy, as the preacher introduced them as “Mr. and Mrs. Biggs.” I finally had the little brother that I had always wanted, my aunt finally had the sister that she had always wanted, and my dad finally had the woman that he had always wanted. Adaina and Stephen went from having an itty bitty family to having a HUGE family.

I often think what life would be like if God hadn’t have put that picture right there in front of my dad. If dad didn’t have the courage to send her a message. If she didn’t have the courage to write back. The smallest thing can be a deciding factor in its outcome. There are so many cases where huge blessings come in small packages. Whether it’s a wrong turn, deciding to go in that specific coffee shop, or messaging a stranger that you saw on Facebook. Take chances. If I’ve learned anything from watching my dad’s story unfold, it’s that.

-Jen

@jenbiggs_

P.S.: Adaina has cooked for my dad multiple times, cleaned for my dad, AND scratched his back. It must really be true love.

💕💕💕

@drewbiggs

@adainawatson

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Does this thing work?

Admit it. Even when it’s eleventy billion degrees outside, sometimes you want to break out the pants. MAYBE you just didn’t feel like shaving, (in my case, that’s true 50% of the time) or maybe you normally have marshmallow legs and you aren’t quite thrilled with your “tan” that day (that’s the other 50%). And on rare occasions, it’s both.

Do you like clothing that doesn’t require you to suck in every time you take a photo? Well then. I have a treat for youuuuu. Sometimes, I like to take it easy. Duh. I’m pretty sure 99.9% of humanity likes to take it easy sometimes. So here’s what I’ve got for you today…a graphic tee…and JEANS!! Sure, stilettos are sexy. But…sneakers. Know what I’m sayin’?

Here’s what’s going through my mind right now. I’m thinking of a scenario where Kim Kardashian is walking next to me. She has on heels (because, duh), and I have on sneakers (because, DUH). We’re walking our dogs, and all of a sudden, they simultaneously run off. “Omg, what happens next??!!?!!” Well…I catch up to my dog…but unfortunately for Kim, she doesn’t have a dog anymore…because I caught up to her dog, too. Aaaand, now it’s mine. So IF something like that ever happens, you’re welcome.

Ayyyyy, don’t I look cool? I present to you, the (stylish??) jersey. I totally play every sport ever. Ha. Ladies and gentlemen, that is called an illusion. And hey, feel free to hit me up with some of your favorite illusions. I love being fooled! It’s what I live for.

Ok, ok maybe I’m not the best at giving off a good illusion. Because what kind of an athlete has twig arms and has a muscle percentage of .5%?? Oh, and I don’t think my sneakers are the best shoes to play sports in, but I don’t partake in that particular form of art so I could be wrong…

-Jen

@jenbiggs_