18
My brown wig and my head band I made... see the post about creating your own.
I woke up to the world looking through the eyes of an 18 year old woman. I had made it. I had made it to one of the pinocle moments in a humans life where you gain more privileges in the world. I don't really care about the right to buy porn, cigarettes or a lottery ticket. I would rather spend my money on shoes or other more fashionable items. But something changed. This morning it felt different. I felt different. It was like I had put on those pair of pants that fit to a T and slide on like a glove. Except it was too early that i was still in my PJ's and not those pants haha. That feeling wasn't coming from those potentially designer pants but my skin. I had always felt comfortable in my skin but I felt like my age reflected my speech, my dress, my wisdom and my excitement for life. I can do more. As you rack up those digits on your age you do feel more responsibilities but also more opportunities to start fresh. Today I cried. I cried a lot. I cried because of the fact that my dad is a butt head but mostly because of all the love I had received. The birthday love was overwhelming. I felt like a proud mother watching her little girl on the stage for the first time. You know when moms cry at those special moments because they are so blown away and proud. I was just so flipping happy... i didn't know what else to do that i just kind of blew up hahah. Just between you and me, I think the time of the month is creeping up on me. hahaWhen ever your birthday is I hop you enjoy it and maybe even cry because it was that good. Cant wait to spend the weekend celebrating...
