A couple weeks ago I sparred with DJ.  He’s 14.  He’s fast and he kicks me in the head every single time I spare with him.   A week later he wanted to spare again and I declined because some nights, I just don’t feel like having a foot to my skull.  You know, when you’ve already had a bad day?

Anyhow, I forget how it came up but I was like I’m almost 15 years older than you, I have an excuse why I don’t want to spare.  One of the parents heard me and couldn’t believe I was 27, she thought I was 19, at most.

Everyone always told me I’d love my young look when I got older, and you know what?  I totally do.  I’m not going to lie, it irritated me when I would go to the store and the person behind the register told me “You don’t look old enough to ride a tricycle” (haha funny dude) or when I got asked how old I was before I even got up to the counter to get a library card this summer.  Yes, a library card.  The librarian didn’t think I was 18. (When exactly did they start carding for a library card anyway?)

I think it’s because most of the time I’m in jeans and a t-shirt and I don’t wear much makeup.  I honestly don’t know.  Since I’ve been scanning old pictures (thanks to Michelle) I thought I’d compare a couple, and I guess I haven’t changed that much.  Sure I have more laugh lines around my eyes but I consider that a good thing.

What do you think?

July 1999

August 2009