As someone who has struggled with the pangs of acne as soon as the perilous days of pre-teen puberty dawned, I have an intrinsic understanding of how these tiny little blemishes, largely unnoticeable to the wandering eye, can lead to debilitating feelings of insecurity.

It’s 11:59 and you have a 10-page term paper on the rise of Japanese Imperialism due tomorrow. You have 9 hours and 59 seconds. 58 seconds. 57 seconds.

You know that sense of euphoria that zooms throughout your entire body the moment you’ve just finished a run? Or, do you remember the last time you got that explosive yet fleeting feeling in your mouth right after eating a flavorful, wholesome, and nutrient-dense meal?

You tuck away your white jeans into the darkest crevice of your drawer. You grab a sweatshirt for a night walk with your roommates - you’ve forgotten how refreshing the cold air is once the sun sets.