Monday, August 1, 2011

Twenty Something

I'm growing up all over the place.

I've been doing a lot of thinking and self-evaluation lately. Mostly because i need a change.

I crave change.

In about a month from now I will be 27.

Three years from thirty.

I guess this next year of my life is as good a time as any to actually grow up.

I took out my belly ring for good last night. No amount of glitz and sparkle around my navel (naval?) will ever be enough to make up for the copious amount of deep dark stretch marks that plague my middle.

No dangling chain of stars will ever make it flat and beautiful again.

So I figured that maybe I should stop lying to myself, pull the blinders off of my dissillusioned eyes, and take the cursed thing out.

I already feel more like a grown-up woman.