Alright, I admit it, I have been scared by my own shadow...among several other things it would take me close to a year to list. Some people can go through their life not being afraid of anything less than a gun in their face, while there are others like me who spend five of their fourteen waking hours contemplating all of the things that could go wrong. Why is that?
Recently I read something that my father had posted online. Basically the jist of it was that he has been unhappy since the break up of him and his girlfriend. That all of this unhappiness has caused unfortunate levels of stress to build up in his life that he does not know how to get rid of.
In a time when many are waiting until they get their careers started, are financially stable on their own and, many times, in their thirties to get married and have kids, I am one of the few people getting a head start, over a decades worth. I am currently twenty and in less than five months, I will be making a commitment that will last a lifetime, or so you can only hope.
I, like many other teenage girls I went to school with, had an issue with my body image. I was never large by any means, but you could have never told my fourteen year old self that. I thought that all the other girls were skinnier than me, wearing smaller, cuter clothes than I was, and therefore, more beautiful than I was.
