Girl, you get a pass because you’re only 14 years old and Lord knows what I was thinking with some of my fashions back then, but you look like Big Bird’s legs.
“Before it was all about us. Now it’s all about him.”
When I get called a mom, it’s usually because I value my sleep cycle or know how to get stains out of things, but last night was the first instance I’ve ever felt conscious of it outside of my friends giving me (loving, tender) shit.
We were at a...