The Truth About Sororities

BeautyBeyondBones

Sooo…there’s something you don’t know about me. Something that….mayyy come as a bit of a surprise.

Which, at this point…given all the highly invasive intel you have on my personal life, really, nothing can come as a shock anymore. AmIright or amIright?

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#NoRegrets

I was the president of my sorority in college.

Not like a coed business/service fraternity. And not a “faith house sisterhood” like they have at many christian colleges.

No. We’re talking a Lilly Pulitzer-obsessed, Sperry-wearing, Starbucks-drinking, toga-party-attendingsorority. At a public university.

And I haven’t talked about it much on here because, well, it was not a great experience. And I’m putting that as mildly as possible.

This past weekend, my mom and sister-in-law were visiting me in NYC, and one night, at 1 am, over a bottle of wine in front of my fireplace in my apartment, the topic turned to my experience in Greek…

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