At the beginning of this year, I quickly realized my metabolism was no longer that of a 20-years-old college athlete, but my sweet tooth that could make Willy Wonka cringe still controlled me.
I never thought I would be exchanging battle stories with my dad when it comes to the War of Love.
I thought about you today. And yesterday.
I’m staring my late-20s in the face, but I still couldn’t tell you the details of their anatomy.
As much as I would like to say we don’t need to get stuck in the rat race we call life, we do.
As I pursue the aspects of life that put a smile on my face, I still battle with my own emotions and self-loathing that almost every female (possibly male) is doing during a Quarter-Life crisis.