As a little girl I was free spirited and enjoyed spending countless hours with the neighborhood kids. We would make up our own games and our own rules. I would occasionally get discouraged when nobody would come to my lemonade and Kool-Aid stands to I would just end up going door to door selling it. My father would give me a bath at eight o’ clock and then put me to bed. Now as an eighteen year old girl my entire weekends consists of partying and hanging out with kids I barely know. Most of them in which I meet for the first time that night, but have the time of our lives. I make my own rules and come and go as I please, half the time just pulling all-nighters because I have stayed up into the early hours of the morning. Receiving hand me downs and taking multiple trips to the thrift store used to be the biggest shopping sprees I ever experienced. I would mix and match things of different patterns and colors, yet I didn’t have a care in the world because I felt fabulous and thought I looked show stopping. Today I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything that wasn’t bought brand new. I refuse to leave the house unless I have at least t a little make-up on, and my hair has to be top notch. Since I was little my self-image