Knowing how to punch a shotgun can yourself, but making a guy do it for you anyway. TSM.

He has my dignity, but I have his t-shirt. TSM.

All I want for bid day is you. TSM.

Never dreaming you’d be called “big,” until you joined a sorority. TSM.

Working harder for your Halloween body than for your bikini body. TSM.

The aggressive snap when you agree with a con during elections. TSM.

Keeping my little in line by threatening to make her a twin. TSM.

Yes, I have glitter on my face and glue in my hair. It’s big little week. TSM.

Creating a “Greek Row” on the ellipticals at the gym. TSM.

Pinterest being both your addiction and your therapy. TSM.

“I just need to keep him around until formal.” TSM.

“We only take littles with good hair.” TSM.

It’s not fall until the chapter’s order of embroidered Columbia vests are in. TSM.

All I’ve eaten today is Vyvanse and birth control. TSM.

Big-little bonding time in between your standards meetings. TSM.

Being more upset about losing your favorite koozie than your date. TSM.

I came for the pictures and the pitchers. TSM.

BAC up. Inhibitions down. TSM.

Going top tier while your high school rival gets dropped from rush. TSM.

Determining which sister in your pledge class will adopt your littles while you’re abroad. TSM.