It won’t keep asking you “is this okay?”
I’ll have to live with that weak part of me, remembering that I also get to live with the really strong part of me that picked myself up and figured things out.
Never EVER tell your coworkers you’ve got free time.
WTF, how did I filter myself into an orange? Why is it grainy? Shit, there’s a dirty sock of mine laying on the floor in the back of my selfie, think anyone will notice?
Did I have a crush? What? How?! Why didn’t anyone tell me? I hadn’t even thought of him in that way, was he even attractive?
Aside from the fact that she was chic as hell, lived in New York and had brunch on the regular, she cleared up a lot of the love and relationship bullshit we go through.
Having to listen to people recommend a new product.
Fast forward to the big night, passed my four anxiety attacks, five outfit changes (cause WTF, how do you appeal to a chick and a dude) and two “sorry I’m running late” texts.