Sometimes I think about my sixteen-year-old self and whisper, "I'm sorry."
Do you ever wonder what your younger self would have thought of the person they'd grown into? Do you ever wish you could talk to them, give them even one piece of advice? Or maybe just...say you're sorry? Here's mine. Read More
I've never been asked to a dance, but it never hurt so much as it did during the Beauty and the Beast themed junior prom. Looking back, it's affecting me to this day. "At what point do I get to stop hearing "Just be patient, it'll happen, you're beautiful and they don't know what they're missing." At what point do I get to stop pasting on that smile as I watch my girl friends getting asked to the most casual of functions in elaborate ways, knowing that that has not and likely will not ever happen to me?" Read More