Forcing girls to be ashamed for doing the things that come natural to them – it’s a ridiculous double standard, and we should all, frankly, tell anyone who judges us to screw off.

Please don’t, she shouts inside herself. Please don’t say anything about the list.

Look for green lights, not stop signs.

It was just my reality, to never have a boy be interested in me romantically for more than one random moment. Like a TV show you don’t like but you end up watching anyway, because there’s nothing else on.

Bridget is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Two sides of herself, always arguing. She is tired of the fight, the constant struggle between a muddied version of good and evil, where right feels wrong and wrong feels really good.

She pushes all the pain out of her arms, kicks the hurt free from.

It’s as if our girls don’t understand that they can be recognized for other things – their goals, their brains. Not just their bodies.

Autumn said to me, “You see, the best thing about wrong decisions is that they don’t prevent you from making the right decisions later on. It’s harder, but it’s impossible.

It can reduce an entire female population down to three clear-cut groups. Prettiest. Ugliest. And everyone else.

It only took one mistake, one stupid decision.