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I’m a Middle-Aged Teenager: A synopsis of why I say screw your age
I’m 47 years old. Let’s just put it out there for the world to hear. I’m pushing middle age…as my children like to so often remind me. In fact, just the other day I asked my 21-year-old if my forehead was too big and if I should get bangs. She replied with, “When exactly did you hit your mid-life crisis?” Ungrateful child. But let’s get back to what I was trying to say. In two and a half years, I will be 50. FIFTY!!! But that being said, it doesn’t bother me. To be honest, I don’t mind getting older just as long as I don’t feel old; however, there…
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Consequences, Secrets, and Being Ceaseless
There are times in life when you have no choice but to own up to the mistakes you’ve made and deal with the repercussions. I say this as I am going through that exact scenario as we speak. What I’m about to share is something that few outside my immediate family know about. It’s not something I’m proud of and I’m not particularly chewing at the bit to tell the world, but I think it’s important to share, nonetheless. At the age of eleven, a kid in my class called me “Thunder Thighs”. I was in the early days of puberty and quickly surpassed the other girls in my class…
Where Dreams take root
