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Here’s the thing: as young adults…we’re sensitive.

Actually, no, that’s not even an excuse. Adults of all ages can be sensitive.

And that’s normal.

But what shouldn’t be normal or even considered a “norm” is body shaming.

It hurts when we’re referred to as “fat”. Other words hurt, but this one spoke out to me personally.

In fact, I’ve found that it speaks out to a lot of people–especially during the college years.

At the beginning of last summer, I wrote about finding the “perfect you” body and I still stand by that today. So why am I writing this?

Because almost two Sundays ago, a good portion of the world took to social media to destroy pop-star Lady Gaga…and it was disgusting.

Not her body, but society’s reaction.

“To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.”
~Marilyn Munroe 

As the first month of the year winds to a close, high school students are preparing for their last few months in high school. They’re figuring out what the theme will be for prom, what to wear, where to go for their senior trip, and the most important one:

What’s next?

Of course, there are many options. Some choose to travel, go straight to work, take a year off, and a hard one:

Going away to school.

For those who applied to different schools and gotten into all of them, it can be pretty stressful to choose where to go. I was in that place four years ago…

Which is why I’ve come up with a few guidelines to consider when having to choose where you go next.

In which your author reminisces about her pre-college years and shares tips with you as a way to procrastinate reading 40 pages from her political science class.

Well, it happened again. In the long run of another situation my parents knew what was best, a fact which I must begrudgingly admit. Nevertheless, they have my gratitude and I’m so thankful I was mature enough to listen to them (or was it that they didn’t leave me with much of choice?).

While I don’t remember if I vocalized my displeasure or not, prior to attending college I remember not wanting a roommate. I didn’t want to share a room with another individual.

But I had no choice. My parents told me sharing a room and living in a dorm was the best way to meet new people. They told me college is the place where lifetime friends are made. 

So in June of 2013 I started my college journey in a dorm with one roommate.

Somehow in a three year span I went from not wanting one roommate to enjoying living in an apartment with two.

And now I wonder…why didn’t I want a roommate?

In which your author is a dynamic character who disagrees with the statement “less is more”.