It's a funny thing though. Being 41 and rapidly approaching 42 doesn't bother me. I am comfortable in my own skin. I'm more confident. I'm more secure. I really like the person I've become and I love the people I've surrounded myself with. Sure, if I could reclaim my high school (or college) body tomorrow, I would. But, I wouldn't go back to being younger (even when I wonder how I got to be old enough to be the one in charge). My teenage years were filled with the typical angst and insecurity and I don't want that feeling back.
- Then: I would have been to scared about what people would think and say to do something really unique with my hair or body.
- Now: I rock my purple hair and love it.
- Then: I felt a desperation to belong.
- Now: I am secure in who I am. I embrace my idiosyncrasies and eccentricities.Fuck anyone who doesn't like it.
- Then: I had truly deluded notions of what would make me happy in life.
- Now: I know how little it takes to truly make me happy.
- Then: I'd look at the Duke Basketball players and think "OMG, they are so hot."
- Now: I look at them and think "Boy, they'll look really good when they grow up."