There are two types of people in this world: Those who can pack for a two-week trip in one carry-on suitcase, and those who truly believe it’s impossible for them and check their luggage every single time, without fail. I am firmly in the former group, and I am passionate about it. Sure, I can […]
If you meet me in real life, I am probably not the same person you know from Instagram. I don’t sound the same. I don’t talk the same way. I probably don’t even look quite the same. I never have, and I guess there’s a chance I never will.
But that’s OK with me now.
Although I’m 24 and have lived in New York for over two years now, I still have a Florida Driver’s License with a photo from 2009. I was 16 then, and my hobbies included things like writing poetry at Starbucks while waiting for my mom to come pick me up and complaining that I would die alone. I had side-swept bangs, didn’t know how to use makeup, and was 6 feet tall — as I have been since I was about 14. I didn’t like being tall. I hated it.