I remember when I was a wee little thing, I'd lie in my bed at night and stare at the ceiling, wishing I could somehow transform the white paint into the night sky. Years later, a friend came back from…
Say buh-bye to the Freshman 15
Our bodies are made to store fat. Don't look at me like that, they are. It's a mechanism that was built in waaay back in the day to help us survive when there was no food. It makes sense: food was…