Taking cell phone pictures of fat girls around campus and sending them to my sisters as “thinspiration”. TSM.

Did It on the EX air conditioning unit. TSM.

Wearing Guy Harvey and actually knowing how to fish. TSM.

Having Daddy’s money, Mom’s good looks, Granddaddy’s last name, and Grandmommy’s pearls. TSM.

Skim milk iced lattes for lunch. TSM.

Told the younger girls during rush training, “A pretty girl with a blah personality might loosen up and come out of her shell by next round. A really cool but fugly girl isn’t going to magically turn pretty by next round.” Drop. TSM.

My chapter advisor was the pharmacist that sold me my Plan B the morning after game day. TSM.

Getting woken up by your VP of social standards passed out in your bathroom covered in your own vomit. TSM.

I told my daddy I wanted to help the environment. So he bought me a hybrid tahoe instead of a regular. TSM.