I’m my own thinspiration. TSM.

There is nothing classy about wearing your letters on your ass. TSM.

Not having to choose between beauty and brains. TSM.

I arrive home to find W’s “Decision Points” on my bed, along with a note from Mom, “Read this on the boat.” TSM.

If it doesn’t fit, it’s ugly anyway. TSM.

Abrevs, they’re sweeping the nache. TSM.

Knowing all the words to every single Taylor Swift song. TSM.

Wearing basketball shorts is never okay. TSM.

More worried about what I’ll be wearing under my graduation robe than my finals. TSM.

Arnold Palmers oceanside. TSM.

Vodka, the graduation gift for the sister that has everything. TSM.

Making sure my none of my bridesmaids are GDIs. TSM.

Having a personal jeweler. TSM.

Choosing to live in the least wanted wing of your house just because you know exec won’t want to live there. TSM.

Im either going to be an Apparel Merchandising or Elementary Education major, I can’t decide. TSM.

Cramming for the LSAT when all I really want to do is run the Junior League. TSM.

I’m an elementary major because I want to impact children’s lives, not because I only want my MRS degree. TSM.

Getting engaged before leaving for your graduation ceremony. TSM.

My boyfriend wrapped my Sea Island sweatshirt and pearl earrings in an American Eagle bag just to see the look of disappointment on my face. TSM.

Sugar-free jello just doesn’t taste the same without alcohol in it. TSM.