Dress Up. Show up. (With the HC Survival Kit!)

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You can either look like sh*t or feel like sh*t. Never both.

It’s a mantra I live by and it has worked wonders because if I can’t find the power within myself to get through the day, who’s to say I can’t have a little help? My makeup as my warpaint. My outfit as my armor. Armed with a dazzling smile and killer wedges, I am unstoppable.

This past month my outfits have been pretty on point. Reason? I’ve been met with more lows than highs, but hey it happens. The real question, however, is whether or not we are going to let that stop us.

Here’s a sneak peek into my armory that you (yes, you) have a chance to win!

Despite my pin straight Asian hair, I still manage to wake up with a nest. What’s worse is that after my night class, I ended up closing my eyes in bed. Next thing you know it's morning and I have work. Being the first face you see at the Dean’s Office means you have to be well put together and believe me, I have truly mastered the ‘fake it ‘till you make it’ because my hair is falling over my shoulders in perfect waves. My dirty secret? Literally just that- Bed Head’s Dirty Secret Dry Shampoo. “Pick. Mix. Play.”​

Not only can I keep my already hay-like hair from being more damaged, but I’ve also managed to keep a hold on that little bit of red I impulsively dyed from Comic Con. The combination of dry shampoo with Hard Head Hairspray helps to keep in those curls and subtle shine.

Yaaawwwn. I think I’ve lost count of the number of coffee cups I’ve inhaled. It’s done the job, but I’m beginning to feel nauseous. Reaching into my bag I grab my brightly colored can of Spindrift sparkling water.​

Personally, my go-to is the strawberry, but recently I’ve become a huge fan of the orange mango. Spindrift is my weekday champagne. What can top real fruit and bubbly goodness?

I look down at my LifePlanner to check what assignments I can knock out since it’s been a quiet morning, only to notice that I have a Tinder date penned in for dinner.​

Shoot. With midterms coming up, I’ve been holing up in the library. Kiss goodbye to my sun-kissed skin. I take my five and run to the bathroom, bag in hand. Here I thought these tanning towelettes would never come in handy.

Eyes up here buddy. My date ends up being the definition of a creep and I definitely feel gross. Nothing like a sleazeball to end the day, huh? Even thinking about the date makes me sick. In attempts to salvage the day, I make a warm cup of honey and tea to go with my Honey + Tea Oil Clay Mask.


Complete with “Crazy, Stupid, Love,” I have officially renewed my beliefs in true love and purified my poorly treated pores.

“No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, show up, and never give up.”