Go to college.
Be social.
Be underpaid and overworked.
Be too hard on yourself.
Do something stupid for the attention of the opposite sex.
Disregard moderation.
Make something of yourself.
Graduate.
Go on job interviews.
Scrutinize your body.
Wear heels, and everything else that’s uncomfortable.
Deal with people staring at you because you aren’t engaged/married yet.
Land the perfect job.
Bleach, dye, repeat.
Hope.
Deny regrets.
Learn to cook.
Devote time and energy.
Diet under pressure.
Be proper.
Care for others.
Find out what comforts him.
Buy a car because you feel grounded.
Be called fat for not being skinny enough by his mom.
Wear makeup and straighten your hair.
Find the perfect mate.
Cyber-stalk someone you dislike.
Be judged for things outside of your control.
Say tacky things about other women.
Deal with the fact that you don’t look like the magazine covers.
Get laid off – twice in your first year out of college.
Face each following job interview and be judged on your level of possible pregnancy.
Laugh.
Put others first.
Move for work.
Be judged as being domestic for learning how to cook.
Stay late and work hard.
Lead.
Be there for a friend.
Wonder.
Have a better purse than the next woman.
Prepare for the worst.
Dream.
Have “one of those nights”.
Be taken for granted.
Strive to be older.
Stare at old pictures.
Be a picture of unhealthily fixated youth.
Feel insecure.
Deal with being both underqualified and overqualified.
Remember important details so he doesn’t have to.
Rise.
Fall.
Rise again.
Have a hidden talent.
Be full of life.
Be amazing.
Have faith.
