Ella Ceron

I know it seems counterintuitive, but studies prove that the more you move, the less fatigued you feel.

A few years ago, we had a resurgence of the awkward kid. It was suddenly cool to act like you were awkward, to profess how weird you were in certain situations, and to play up those character traits as cute little quirks.

There’s a lot of confusion about the difference between being athletic and being thin.

Usually, calling someone crazy is just a thinly-veiled way to say, “I really don’t know how to deal with your emotions right now.”

You don’t need to postpone dating until you lose another 20 pounds — someone will love you anyway.

You start finding real love, not the love designed for the person you’re pretending to be.

Because if these boys are good at one thing, it is pining after another guy’s girlfriend. And making teenage girls feel something a lot like love. (Okay, that’s two things. But my point stands.)

You know they have it in them to be the next Grumpy Cat, if only the Internet would catch up.

Or at least not die within the first five minutes in the Arena.

You become a one-person advertisement for Aquaphor.

“I’m sorry, did that guy just flick me off?”

Learning how to kiss someone new, and finding out how your body meshes with theirs in hugs and cuddle sessions. Sure, there might be a few knocked teeth and rogue elbows here and there, but eventually, you figure it out.

Before we figure out how to be successful, we may need to ask ourselves what ‘success’ really means.

When you’re all Adele and Sam Smith’ed out (because trust me, there is a threshold there) this is the playlist to turn to.

Business cards, because you never know who you’ll meet and when.

The escalation of “whatever this is” is constantly looming over your head.

The read receipt of a man who plays with fire.

There will always be little reminders, and all the memories you collected together. So you chalk it up to heartbreak, and avoid while you need to piece yourself together, and start over slowly.