'Tis the season of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, one of my favorite things about December... Which is strange because it makes me feel so many emotions and it's just a bunch of girls walking down a strip in their bra and underwear with giant wings attached to them. It's strange to think that this is a huge event in many girls'—and I guess guys'—lives. We look forward to watching this show and we wish to be them or be with them. But on Monday, December 5th, we are back to our emotions going crazy and our eyes being glued to the television.

Here are some few emotions and thoughts that inevitably run through my head while watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion show.

If I'm not with my best friends, we are literally blowing up each other's phones. My phone has never gone off so much. We text about hating those wings or loving that girl's facial expressions. Then every other text is us saying we need to work out and how badly we wish we were them; our fingers get a workout.

After watching the show, I go on YouTube and watch every VS Fashion Show I could possibly watch. The iconic one in 2012 where Rihanna stole the entire show—I watch it about six times. I become obsessive for a little while after seeing the show every year; it's an addiction.

When I see the gorgeous models with very short hair, it makes me want to chop all my hair off.

I cheer the girls on and get excited when my favorite models come on. "Work it, Adriana!" "Behati I love you!" "Go Lily!"

I'm disappointed when some of my favorite models aren't in the show. Behati won't be in this year, Miranda Kerr hasn't been in it in a while. It's just sad with some of the absents!

I then end up hating myself and I know it's not good but one cannot help it looking at these girls. Some think they're too skinny but they work hard for their bodies and I would kill to have one that looks like theirs. It makes me sad but then also motivates me.

I search and search about how to become an Angel. I have spent hours after every show, trying to research about what to do to earn your wings—to walk down that famous runway and be known as an Angel.

I get so mad when the show is over. It goes by so quick and my excitement takes over my body. I sit there for about ten minutes in astonishment about how perfect it just was and then read everyone's feelings about it on social media. A little insane, I know.

I practice my catwalk and what I would do at the end of the runway for a couple days afterwards. I definitely do not look like any of the models but at least I can pretend.

I usually go into a food coma the same night because I eat away all my feelings about not being a model. It's totally normal, right?

Usually before New Year's, I get over this obsession unless it was last year, I was stuck on it for months. But it always ends and then I wait until next December to be wishing, wanting and hoping.