By Kiley Reid
Everything I've ever written includes some girl who faints and a weight she doesn't lie about on her driver’s license.
I fainted once. At horseback riding lessons. I pretended I was fine and not seeing spots until the horse lady was like—are you ok? And I was all—yep! And then I fell into a spot that wasn’t romantic at all or even a little bit sexy. They gave me warm orange juice. I vommed.
Some horse ate it up.
Kiley Reid lives and writes in New York City. She's ok but just needs to sit down for a minute.