When I was fifteen, I tried so hard for people to see me as “perfect.” In my egocentric high school ways, this “perfect” equated to popular, pretty, nice, and cool. When I was twenty five, I tried so hard for people to see me as “perfect.” Determined not to be taken advantage of because of … More Tired of Being Perfect
When I picture myself, I see me as a 22 year-old; fit, super blonde, tan, and with none of those wrinkles and crinkles around my eyes. And then my brother-in-law goes and posts this picture; Do we not look like we are in mourning?! My sister-in-law captioned, “Thirty is so sad!” Thirty is sad! All-of-a-sudden, … More Thirty is so sad!