NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A NEW SHIRT

or How To Like Yourself More

I blew my fringe out of my eyeline and glared back in anger (and a little trepidation) through my brows, making sure not to accidentally rub any eyeliner into my eyes.

My Dad finished his intense but concern-filled (and definitely a little homophobic from today’s standards, but we’ve all learned and grown since then, right?) verbal strafing, warning me a…