Abby is a pretty true-to-form Libra and youngest child. The notes on my report cards praised her spirited nature but suggested she learn to better direct or control her outgoing energy. Now that she's in her twnties, she's not mad about it.

Born on the east coast in Baltimore, Maryland, she's proud to know how to lay a crab trap (and then pick and eat those fresh crabbies) but has since accepted her full Midwestern metamorphosis as an Ohio State grad, local craft beer aficionado, loyal Kroger shopper, and sayer of things like "OPE!"

Abby works as a social media and community manager for Speechbubble PR and teaches Real Ryder cycling at RINSE Cycle Dayton. She's a freelance and hobbyist photographer with a strangely fierce passion for blogging about mental health, eating disorder recovery, and self-acceptance. She loves Gerunds and rating things on nonsensical "One to [Enter Non-Numerical Item Here]" scales. She believes in a world where women are free of restrictive diets, body-dissattsfaction, and negative self-talk.

She would love to get to know you over pretzels and a craft beer, and would even more-so like to meet your dog.

Ideal Breakfast: All of Them. But if I have to choose? An everything bagel with a little bit of yellow mustard, ham, and swiss cheese.

What song is playing during your dance party of one? Harry Belfontane's Jump In Line followed by Blister In The Sun and The Time Warp

If you could be any TV Character who would you be and why? This is tough. If we could combine Ann Perkins from Parks and Rec, Ellie from Degrassi, Linda Belcher from Bob's Burgers, and Xena: Warrior Princess, I think we'd be close. Being just one thing is hard. Who says we can't be a great friend with a knack for getting sh*t done (Ann), an emotional and well-rounded writer who isn't ashamed of her preteen emo pahse (Eliie), a gender-role flipping badass hottie (Xena), and wine-loving, off-key singing good time gal (Linda) all at once?

Your favorite quote:  Hold On. It's a long one: Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever.  - Jeffrey Eugenides, MiddleSex

Also: A groutfit is a great outfit for grouting - yours truly. 10am this morning.

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