Age. It's just a number. And yet a great amount is attributed to it. But it seems so silly. As if a magical thing happens when you turn 18 and have all the wisdom of the world bestowed upon you and you suddenly have logical thought and can choose a president. Or when you turn 21 that light switches on and you think, 'This drinking thing is a big responsibility, I now understand moderation.'
While I think those moments of enlightenment do occur, I am highly suspect to their coinciding with candles on a cake.
Personally, I find it a challenge I face daily at work. And by face, I mean I literally face it. My face is the problem.
Those big cheeks will be the death of me yet. And by 'me,' I mean my career.
Just look at them! They do not belong on the face of a 29 year old.
I cut my hair short to try to look more 'professional.' It doesn't help. OK, I admit, the blonde highlights are totally my fault.
My problem is that people see me and attribute an incorrect age, based on my looks. Sometimes they treat me as though I am inexperienced. Not because of my actions, but because of their perceptions. And I admit, sometimes those people are nicer to me than they should be given the circumstances, but in their minds, "She's just a kid and doesn't know any better." Which just makes it worse. I'm never held accountable when I should be. Or I myself hold me accountable but the other person does not. Or worse, I start believing what they say and lose faith in myself.
And of course, to me the really frustrating part is that I don't even feel 29. I feel much, much older. And probably not in a good way. I feel like I have raised children (my sisters) and gone through a divorce (my mothers) and I was barely a teen when all that happened. At that rate I should be 50 or 60 by now! [OK, maybe not 60, but definitely deep in my 30's] Regardless, when someone who is only ten years my senior calls me 'kid' I have to say, it hurts.
With that in mind, I'm thinking 'makeover.' Bring on the tattoo lip liner.