Not Only In Love, I Was Obsessed

There comes a point in everyone’s life when you shift from wanting to be older, to wishing you were younger. While I thought nothing really came with turning 26 (which happened, like, 7 months ago), something did get packaged in the deal. Now, it makes me very happy when someone guesses my age as younger than I really am.
My ENTIRE life, I have always looked younger than my age. In my camp counselor days (the college years), I was often mistaken for a camper, and usually a junior high camper. I hated it. Hated it. Hated being carded, hated people thinking I was too young to be married, too young to whatever.
And then it happened, Monday night. I was having my eyebrows waxed by the lovely Russian Esthetician Angela at Bella Trio. She was scolding me for not taking better care of my skin, but in the midst of that scolding she said “your skin is so young, you must be only 22 years old” I didnt correct her. I didnt cringe and say “I’m 26.” I thought to myself: “She thinks I have the skin of a 22 year old? Wow. I wish I was still 22.”
It’s entirely possible this was all part of Esthetician Angela’s ploy to get me to spend $100 on a facial. Cause after she said that, all I could think about was how important it was to keep my skin looking 4 years younger. That way, when I’m 30, my skin will look like its 26.
Yep.