From the ages of 11 to 17, I used almost every birthday wish, penny tossed in a fountain, and prayer to ask, hope, and beg to be popular. I had friends. I was well liked. I was living comfortably in the middle crowd. But I wanted more.
I'm excited to hang this week. It's always fun (and nauseating) to use you as an excuse to binge on candy corn and purchase yet another ridiculous wig. (This year, I've got my eye on a style inspired by Kate from John and Kate Plus Eight. What do you think?)