The accidental smoky eye.
The fighter within us.
The realest song.
"What are you guys going to wear to the thing?"
OMG, "warm coleslaw."
Do you even know what Tarte is?
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
No, I definitely need to bring three rompers:
The starter pack.
Kermit has a point.
Getting creeped on.
When a fuckboy tries something.
The post-treadmill struggle:
I sweat enough that it should be.
Whatever, I'm getting Chunky Monkey:
Hair tie nannying:
Why do I do this every time?
And when men are #shocked.