Girl, fix your life! The skeletons in your closet have been wearing your dirty laundry for far too long. You have something to hide and are at risk of being unmasked. Sneaking into situations undetected, you calculate every step— slipping through backdoors and bathrooms— getting close enough to information and spin it. You read emails, gather check text messages, and even underwear. But whether you’re big-foreheaded or two- faced, concealer can only mask appearances for so long. The knives are out, and the girls are starting to point their fingers in your face. Google leaves a trace, and you can no longer defend the indefensible or stay complicit in your mess. Keeping secrets brings more stress than peace and more shame than self-esteem. Drop the act and own your shit. You can’t be everything to everyone, so accept that you’ll let people down no matter what statement you make.