I remember it. Learning how to drive. Deciding on whether or not I was ready to lose my virginity. Going to school every day.
Working a couple of days a week and spending every bit of what I made on clothes, food, or gas to drive wherever my heart desired.
I thought this was the time of my life. I was thin. I had huge boobs. I ate whatever I wanted and went to random-ass house parties almost every single weekend.Read more on thoughtcatalog.com