Hey there, it's me, your resident 4'11" powerhouse stepping into another year. As I add another candle to my cake today, let's stroll down the memory lane of my evolution. From that 12-year-old who'd drop her pen in terror if someone so much as whispered about her, to today's version who's all "Talk to the heels, 'cause the face is busy celebrating!"
I've traded my habit of scribbling sad notes for taking strides in snazzy heels. The dance floor? Well, let’s just say I'm still more of a 'stand and sway' kind of gal, but hey, it’s all about owning it, right?
Who would've thought that the little girl worried about whispers would now bask in self-love? Or that the once-shy lass would choose a love that values her? Well, here we are!
The bullies, heartaches, and missed math questions (seriously, “greater than” and “less than” symbols were basically hieroglyphics to me) all paved the golden road to today. Each hiccup was just a stepping stone towards this laugh-out-loud life I'm living.
So, here I am, embracing my chapters, both the awkward and the awesome. To my 12-year-old self: "Look at us, girl! We did it, and we're still doing it, one stiletto step at a time."
Cheers to all the memories, the mess-ups, and the milestones! 32, let’s see what adventures you’ve got in store!
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