high school
Wrapped up in a youthful mythology that involved me being burned by rejection and rising from the ashes as a fly piece had clouded the reality: I was just a standard awkward teenager who no one wanted to bang.
an unmarried woman
When the invitation came to attend my 20th college reunion, a wave of nostalgia was followed immediately with an overwhelming sense of nausea. Would the questions start again?
What can Rachel wear that will make her look effortlessly awesome?