Since I'm coming up on the 4yr anniversary of this very unfortunate event, it is time that I finally tell y'all the story about what clearly wasn't actually my first fart, but more-so the first fart that exposed me for who I really am to my boyfriend and some of his closest friends. It was March 2013, just a couple of weeks into our relationship. It was the beginning of spring break. This was our freshman year SB and we wanted to go big, so the six of us were heading off to SPI for a few days. On the way down, we decided to pit stop and stay the night at my parent's house. Like the cool kids we were, we decided to pass some time playing on the XBOX -- mostly with Dance Central on the Kinect. If you don't know how that works, basically 2 people dance battle each other to see not who can actually dance better, but who can match their hands and feet movements best to the game. This all involves videos, pictures, loud music, etc. while the rest of the crew sits a...
Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places that people never thought you would.