In Cold Fug

Every girl has one of those days. You know what I’m talking about — you wake up, you feel a little bloated, and suddenly, you’ve gone all the way down that uncontrollable slippery slope and landed right in the middle of an insatiable urge to reimagine Truman Capote as some sort of California vegan Hell’s Angel.

And so, just know that the next time you end up in that dark place, Pink understands how you feel.