This one doesn’t really have a defining year, but rather speaks to the fragments of previous chapters that we carry with us well into adulthood. I swear Great Lash was every middle school girl’s first mascara. And honestly? I still think pretty highly of it. Jack Daniel’s Downhome Punch was a high school staple, as was a hair donut with a million bobby pins to keep it secured. To this day, I am still rocking dry shampoo like it’s my job, bought a bag of sour gummy worms just last week, and only recently upgraded to a non-cracked iPhone screen (though I have a sense of imminent doom on the matter). Being a girl is messy: the emotions, the lived experiences, the fckin’ glitter all over the bathroom sink— but there is something so incredibly human about it.
