Tatiana Pérez

I know some cool 20-somethings, but one of the most badass human beings I know is only 16. If you don’t already know Queen Bey’s protégé, Sophie Beem, you’ll be glad I introduced you before she blows up.

“That weird chunk of armpit fat that will never go away.”

“When he cheated on me with 13 different people within the course of a month.”

They know what you look like without makeup—blemishes, stray chin hairs, and all. You’re long past constantly beautifying yourself for them, and they love that.

Those worries keeping you up at night—the ones where you picture yourself jobless and loveless at 25—they’re normal. 

When she wisely reminded you that “life is to short to pretend u don’t like getting choked during sex.”

Bad sex.

He loved you, boo. He did, he does, and he probably will for a while.

Guess what, boo? I didn’t want to bang you before you cracked that dude’s head against a wall, and I sure as fuck do not wanna drop trou now.

When you realize you sound exactly like her.

You’re grappling with the idea that you can’t just like…skip work. Unlike class. Wtf.

Nothing jars basic bitches like a queen in all black.

We expect people to be happy. And when they’re unhappy, we assume they’re doing something wrong.

Gold rolling papers. Duh.

Doesn’t our beloved hookup trope revolve around the idea that girls are only interested in guys who treat them like shit? That the moment a dude considers a woman a human being capable of feeling, that woman will immediately lose interest?

You navigated the impossible landscape of college hook-up politics together, and somehow, your relationship survived.

But oh, how they love the long hair down our backs.

When you find something this right, you’ve got to find a way to keep it from going wrong.