Young Me 4.

I distinctively remember this year being immensely stressful thanks to SATs, AP and honors classes, graduation looming, having no idea what I wanted to do with my life or what college I’d go or if I’d get into any at all, and probably most significantly thanks to my mama and every random family member informing me every ten seconds how fat I was. Looking at pictures from back then, I do now heartily agree with their sentiments, but back then I was a sensitive teenager, stressed out enough as it was trying to produce decent practice SAT scores, and also trying to get to the cafeteria before they ran out of Pizza Hut breadsticks. Best. Breadsticks. Ever.