By Stephanie McCarthy

Once the alcohol wore off, she was back to her usual scared, vulnerable, and insecure self. She’d stumble out into the light of the morning sun that was always way too bright for her squinting, sensitive, and mascara-smeared eyes to adjust to. She now hobbled home in the heels that she had expertly worn the night before. The shirt with the plunging neckline and the skirt that hardly went past her butt—both of which she had confidently donned the prior evening—were not only rumpled, but they also made her feel self-conscious now. They elicited catcalls from the opposite sex that rang in her ears and wouldn’t let up until she was back at her dorm, safely behind closed doors.

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Stephanie McCarthy’s articles have been previously published on Movie-Blogger.com and The Movie Buff. She has a Bachelor of Science in Mass Communication, with an emphasis in Film and Journalism, from Towson University. Stephanie lives in Silver Spring, MD with her husband, their daughter, and their two orange tabby cats.