Senior yearbook photo, age 17. At this point, I had kissed one boy, left the U.S. once, never tried sushi and didn’t know how to apply eyeliner. A lot happens in a decade… #TBT
“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...