On aging gracefully

 Remember when we were young and stupidly insecure.  Just barely in our 20's and thought we looked horrible in everything we wore.  Going out on the town, we managed to get loads of attention from hormonal boys of all ages, and had no idea if the cute guy talking to me was actually interested.  Now in my mid 30's I am constantly berating myself for the ridiculous notions of being insecure when you are young and your body is just naturally healthy and fit.  Oh to go back in time and punch my younger self in the face for having so little confidence.  I often wonder at what point in time we begin to feel insecure.  I'm confident it was before my first pimple.  Maybe after that bad hair cut and perm in the 7th grade.  Who knows... With all my wisdom and mental acuity achieved through hindsight I look backwards (always struggling to be in the present) and wonder what in the world was I thinking.

Today, I do my best to revel in my hard earned mid 30's fantasticness.  The only issue now is the lack of attention (or approving attention) when me and my fashionable girls go out on the town.  It is possible, that in my older state I attempt to force attention rather than suffer the humiliation of being ignored.  I may, on occasion, dress ridiculously to garner the looks of shock and awe from all around. 

 

As you can see, my friends and I decided that merely going out on the town in our normal contemporary attire could never cause leers and guffaws (which is clearly our objective).  So… um… yeah… 80’s!!!  I channeled my inner Cindi Lauper, “Girls just wanna have fun,” and friends… we brought it.

Every where we went, the onlookers feelings of discomfort for our lack of awareness were palpable.  We even almost got hit by 4 blind men who quickly ran away (I am not exaggerating) upon further inspection of our attire. 

I may not have appreciated this type of attention when I was a naive innocent 20 year old, but in my 30's any attention is better than none at all!