You might think that a few piles of clothes here, stacks of books and magazines there, and junked-up dresser drawers aren't hurting anyone. Think again. All of that clutter overcrowding your personal space might be affecting your health.
I wish I could hug that sad, scared girl from that night and tell her everything turns out OK. I wish I could tell her she would be just fine (eventually). Even though it hurts like hell, resisting the truth and remaining in an unhealthy relationship is far, far worse.
I'm officially in my 40s. I'm surrounded by teenagers. And I'm tired of fetuses on the internet telling me what to do. Some woman-child who thinks she's all grown up is going to tell me what I can't wear anymore because I'm too old? Seriously. F*ck that noise.