”I was a cheerleader freshman year in North Carolina. I liked being on a team, but I can’t say that cheerleading was my favorite thing. I wasn’t a fan of the bitchy nature of it all. It was hormone hell there for a moment.”
Naughty or Nice?
”This is me [on the right], my friend, and her granddaddy, doing our rapper stance. We’re 12 or 13. We cut our own roosterish bangs and made our sweatshirts with puffy paint. My jeans are pegged, pleat denim, and stonewash. So much wrong!”