For most of my professional career, I would fantasize about a time when somebody would ask me what I did for a living, and I could turn around and nonchalantly tell them, “Oh, me? I’m a writer.”
The Bunts are getting married! Well, at least one of them. Join us as we go wedding dress shopping for Jackie’s upcoming nuptials while exploring the depths of her body dysmorphia.
Being in your 20s is hard. And not in that roll-your-eyes kind of way, that fake way where you loudly sigh and you toss your head back and breathlessly exclaim, “oh god, I’m getting soooo old.” No. Your 20s are hard in a different way.
You’ve seen this before:
Two girls out at the club. Girl number 1 is popping, twerking, twisting and thrusting in all of her glory, while girl number 2 awkwardly stands by, subtly swaying her hips to the sub-par music as she checks her cell phone and chugs her drink. She isn’t excited to be dancing. She clearly feels out of place.