If you know me at all, you now I'm not a vain person. I am how I am and I'm fine with that. Really, I am. I'm not the prettiest girl on the block and that's OK. I'm also not the skinniest either, and that's OK too. And as I age, I am not that person to freak out over the number because honestly, I feel like I'm aging well. Most of the time when students come into my work and realize that I'm not a work study and that I am indeed, 31 years old, nobody believes me. And this is a good thing- I'll hold onto my youth while I still can.
But it has come to my attention that *hold the fucking cart* the youth pony is running away. Like rather quickly. Seriously. I got up on Friday morning and it came to my attention that my face? Is like puffy. Now, I have been rather exhausted and that may be. But the wrinkles? I'm getting wrinkles in the corners of my eye and my forehead. I'm getting bags under my eyes. What the hell is going on? I wash my face day/night, I put night cream on (really expensive anti-aging shit which is clearly not working), toner and moisturizer in the morning. The point to this is that I used to be that girl who could just go makeup free and look really great.
Then I put my makeup on and you see how my face looks like I've lost weight?
Bitch, I'll mature face you.
I left buying another tube of lip gloss I don't need because I can never remember to put lip anything on and then had a candy bar because if I'm going to age now, I may as well freaking enjoy it. Nom nom nom.