Mental Health
My depression isn’t content—it’s my reality. And while I don’t always want to put it on display, I also don’t want to pretend it doesn’t exist.
Good & Ghetto
When I first moved to Detroit and started discovering what I liked—how I wanted to do my nails, the way I styled my hair, the clothes that made me feel good—I started hearing a word thrown at me that I wasn’t used to: ghetto.
Why Detroit?
Let’s be real—I didn't grow up dreaming about living in Detroit. If anything, I was lowkey scared of it.
Who is @annarobbxo?
My story starts about an hour north of here in White Lake, MI—a completely different environment from the city I now call home.