I have so much blackmail on my camera. TSM.

“I promise not to tell anyone”. TSM.

Pausing our drinking games to pose for pictures. TSM.

Taking the time to stop and get your usual tall skinny latte at Starbucks on your Sunday morning walk of shame. TSM.

Never having to untag pictures because of an “unflattering angle.” TSM.

Knowing I will have a huge list of beautiful and skinny bridesmaids to choose from. TSM.

Making sure your sisters don’t get sent to standards. TSM.

Already have my Kentucky Derby hat and outfit picked out. TSM.

Facebook blocking me from uploading pictures for a week because I uploaded too many of them at one time. This is the second time this month. TSM.

Paying full price for name brand clothing. TSM.

My boobs, teeth, and hair are fake, but my diamonds, handbags, and shoes are real. TSM.

Sent a girl to standards for wearing sweatpants. TSM.

Always losing the tug-o-war event in fraternity competitions because the girls in the other sororities weigh more. TSM.

Having E! news on 24/7. TSM.

Graduate in May. Wedding in June. Bridesmaids in Lilly. TSM.

Getting my MRS degree, one humanities class at a time. TSM.

Judging the people on “I used to be fat” because they never actually get skinny. TSM.

I don’t call Daddy to ask for more money. His secretary does it automatically. TSM.

Having my little sister be my eyes and ears at my hometown high school for bad eggs coming through rush. TSM.

Never have a I ever dated a GDI. TSM.