The hardest period in life is one’s 20s. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous and you’re physically in peak condition. but it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.
Concur. Maybe except for the “most gorgeous” and “in peak condition” bits, because wow, was I a hot faux-hair-wearing/priorities-majorly-askew mess for awhile back there (more on all that here)…but really: no problems turning thirty around these parts.
Sayonara, twenties. It was…interesting.