Sunday, January 17, 2010
Seventeen shmeventeen...
I thought being seventeen would be great, blowing out those pink candles that were almost burning my cheesecake I thought: "ahh, being 17 will change my life". Huh, well it was a surprise when I woke up the next day and everything was the same. I looked in the mirror expecting to see a women....or atleast an almost women. But all I saw was.... me. I mean I wasn't expecting to see a fuller chest, and a coke bottle shape.... ha ha but I was expecting to see change. It's a little unfair don't you think? Girls constantly want to look like something their not,and to look older and more well.... grown up. Soon enough we wake up one morning and our face is wrinkled and hair is grey. So what do we want as women anyway? Hmmm, I don't know about you but I think i'll just stick with being happy with my small chest and weird teen body. ;) :)
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I loved this! This is so true and easy to relate too. I felt the exact same way on my birthday but i woke up and had the exact same experience...it was me once again. I think young girls don't understand how much they should appreciate their body and their non-wrinkly skin. :)im sure when we are all older, we will be begging for our teenage look back! People should really appreciate themselves for who they are and what they look like, not who they want to be. :)
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