Vessel | S. Katie Hill

You've kissed six guys in the past six weeks, but your current boyfriend doesn't know. You pretend to be a "bad girl," with your lustful comments, and bad girl attitude, but you really aren't. You aren't embarassed that you listen to punk rock and musical movie soundtracks in a mixed playlist. You love living in the dorms, but hate your roommate because she steals your snacks. You can, unaided, eat an entire bag of Doritos in one sitting, but still maintain that jealousy provoking figure. You wear those worn-out, ripped jeans about three times a week because you think the giant hole on the butt is hot and draws attention to your body. Even though you crave that attention, you act disgusted when you are being "checked out." You won't leave home without your hair done and make-up on. You are pretty and you know it, but you like to pretend that it isn't true. Your friends all know that you fish for compliments with your self-degrading remarks. You really don't think you are fat, and you know that your eyes can get you anything you want. You are a daddy's girl, an only child, a "princess," but you are generous and loving. You didn't know you could be catty until you lived with roommates, now you aren't intimidated by their remarks-- you stand up for yourself. You strive for good grades, but sometimes you'd just rather cuddle up with a good romance novel than do your homework.