Sloane Crosley and David Sedaris are two of my favorite writers; they're the kind of writers who make you feel like, 'I can do this. I want to do this.'

I am loving visible bras with shirts, high-waisted pants and oversize blazers.

I gained this new sense of control over my love life because when I called myself a 'man repeller,' you assumed that being single is my choice. I'm man-repelling because that's how I want to dress. I'm not single because no men like me. I'm single because I choose fashion over a relationship.

I haven't worn make-up since my wedding, and my husband loves me a lot.

I don't necessarily see my not wearing makeup as a social comment or that it's because I work in a female-dominated industry.

I don't say in the morning, 'Look, Leandra, here are a bunch of women. Put that bronzer down.' It's more that I'm busy and whatever helps you get out the door and go to sleep easier.

I'm really happy that people understand that man-repelling is a good thing. I was afraid people would think I was mocking fashion, and it's like, 'No, I swear, I'm wearing feathered sleeves as I write this!'

I think the thing about New York City real estate is that you kind of just take what you can get when you're renting.

I'm not comfortable leaving the apartment if the bed isn't made or a chair isn't tucked into the table.

I got a C in art when I was in 11th grade. That it is even possible to come out of a high school art class with a C is wondrous, especially considering the creative license we were encouraged to use to, for lack of a better axiom, color outside the lines.

Making the decision to embrace or to shun makeup is one that should be contingent on nothing more, nothing less, than doing what makes you feel like the best version of yourself.

What a woman does or does not do to her face is personal. And as with most other things, makeup or a lack thereof can serve as either a prison or a fortress commanded by the mind: you can become a slave to it, or it can set you free.

Next time you look in the mirror, close your eyes and ask yourself when you feel like the best version of you. When you open them, act on that.

It seems inevitable, if unfair, that when a woman is vying for a prominent position in office, her outfit choices will be analyzed to a degree considerably higher than those of her male counterpart by simple existence of gender stereotypes.

One thing I didn't think upon getting married: that my style would - or could - change.

What good is a wall without framed art? It is like the equivalent of the accessories that you choose to wear to decorate a black dress - precisely the stuff that makes the wall/dress you.

There's charm, in some capacity, to every trend. I just think practicality should die. Crocs - blech.

I started my blog when I was a senior in college, and I knew that all the people in my program were probably going to be applying for very similar jobs, so I needed something to separate my resume.

I never borrowed money from Mom. I lived at home, but my parents never helped me. I worked hard and moved out. I treated my blog like a business; hard work is important.

If I were going to prom again, I would wear a huge skirt and plain cotton tank. A big, poofy, flotation-device-sized skirt. I wish I had done that.

I wore some stupid brocade dress to my prom.

When you're writing a blog post, you can take solace in knowing that you will immediately know how people will respond to it, and if the criticism is bad, then that's fine because you can work on that and fix it, and if it's good, then that's great because you know what to do in the future. It gets pushed down so quickly.

I realized that if I were a 23-year-old girl getting married, and I wasn't struggling with it, that would likely mean that something was either massively wrong with me or that my brain is made up of delicately wrapped almonds that serve perfectly as party favors.

People often ask me if my parents helped me. My mother did lend me $10 to register the domain name.

I have always, always loved words.

Women totally dress for women. If we were dressed for men, we'd be prancing around in tight, tight, tight bodycon skirts and tops all day or really simple jeans and T-shirts.

Our sartorial choices aren't that different from our psyches.

I'm not dressing with men in mind at all. I'm just going to wear what I want to wear. It makes things easier, too.

When I wake up, I put on what I'm in the mood to wear.

I have never done anything to my brows, though sometimes I tweeze the intersection of the left and right brow, which is either a really good thing or a really bad thing.

I'm Jewish, so I don't really do Christmas gifts, and Hanukkah is not as big a deal as gifts are concerned, so I never actually give gifts.

I understand that it's the thought that counts, but receiving money is so great, so if you're in a position to give an employee a bonus, just do that.

When push comes to shove, no one really cares what you're wearing except you.

If I have to give up good fashion for a relationship, I don't want a relationship.

Being a man repeller becomes a process of elimination. If a guy is only really into your outfit and won't date you because of what you're wearing, they are too driven by the female exterior and don't care about your intellect.

Fashion Week is a great opportunity to make unimportant people feel like they own the world.

I don't hate what I see when I look in the mirror. Even if legions of others don't agree. I have accepted the reflection that reliably bounces back at me for its perks and its flaws.

I am comfortable with how I look.

My eyes will never be blue; my bone structure will never allow for you to mistake me for a Scandinavian model.

I didn't launch the website with any goals in mind, to be honest. I didn't know that it would have been anything other than a digital portfolio once I graduated college.

I think Man Repeller is more about self-confidence than it is about a woman's relationship with a man.

Most people don't know this, but I never wanted Man Repeller to be about me. It was titled that to identify a genre of women.

I really love the category on the site called Brain Massage.

I have such a simple process - it takes me, like, ten minutes to get ready.

I don't take such good care of my skin; my mom kills me about it... I sit in the sun so much. I love a tan.

I buy all my perfumes duty free - I think people are fools not to.

By the time I graduated college, I was sick of what was out there. I wanted to bring something new to the Internet.

I have a pretty decent understanding of which posts will perform better than others. Specifically on Instagram, when it's a style picture, those ones always get way more likes.

That's what I always wanted Man Repeller to do - to change the way people actually think. Showing young girls that there are no rules.

I think that when I started Man Repeller, the Internet was still hungry for authentic content from girls that weren't actresses or supermodels and were just relatable girls who had opinions and outfit ideas, and they weren't always good, but at least they were original.