<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211209131547352127</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 07:22:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Neon Blush</title><description> </description><link>http://www.neonblush.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Ong)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211209131547352127.post-6916141015066338431</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2019 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-05-23T13:22:01.824-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shedding layers</title><description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://mangeons.neonblush.com/images/NB/2019/may/05-19/NeonBlush-StartOver.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, this has been a (really) long time coming. I&#39;d been wanting to commit to this change for a few years now, but because of my insecurities over potentially not being received well and fear of stepping outside of the bounds I&#39;d become familiar with (in a territory that&#39;s considered relatively uncharted, no less), I didn&#39;t. I think as the years went on, this digital space and my career veered off onto this path that felt like it inched further and further away from who I really was/am and what I cared about behind the scenes. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve never felt good about excessive consumption. Even as a little kid I distinctly remember times I&#39;d question adults for letting the water faucet run when we weren&#39;t using the water, and as a teenager, the time I&#39;d asked my manager at my first-ever job as an office assistant to urge fellow faculty members to be frugal with office supplies. Or the time I&#39;d worked at a restaurant during college and the knots I would feel in my stomach knowing that there would be so much water or food that will inevitably end up not eaten. Or the time I felt vacant working retail and how it was of utmost importance to up-sell and line plastic bags with more material things that customers would likely forget about in a month&#39;s time. &lt;br /&gt;
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I grew up in an immigrant household with not much at all. My parents, siblings and I had to use items and wear clothes until they were all done or completely tattered, finish every single grain of rice so as to not waste a single morsel of potential energy, hardly use the AC or heat to conserve energy, turn off every light switch in rooms where no bodies were present. The farther along I went with fashion blogging, the more I felt trapped in excess and the farther I felt from myself. I have been slowly making my way back and I hope to finally share it you.&lt;br /&gt;
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In earnest x </description><link>http://www.neonblush.com/2019/05/shedding-layers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Ong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>