“I used to be afraid to “grow up”. I thought my best years were in high school — newsflash: they’re not.
18 years old: low-self esteem, lack of confidence, hid behind clothes, rarely wore shorts, got picked on for being “awkward”, cried myself to sleep at night because I didn’t fit in, ended up turning to alcohol and partying at a young age to cope.
26 years old: strong, confident, a woman who rocks shorts, rocks crop tops, rocks whatever the hell she wants to, HAPPY, gave up alcohol the day after her 21st birthday (full YouTube video over this), prefers to party hard in the ice cream section, and gets told frequently “your smile is contagious, you’re glowing Britt”. Health feels good. But more importantly, happiness is worth the fight. I worked hard. I had so many awkward stages. I fought through so many downhill slopes. It’s easy to look back at photos like this, and feel embarrassed. But every awkward, painful, twisted struggle, carved me into this woman that I am today.
And the best part? When your husband says “babe… I’m so happy that you’re back to your real hair, the real length, because even though your physique has changed… that short-haired girl is the girl that I fell in love with on day one.” Cheers to growth, aging, maturity, and learning that time can be an oh-so beautiful thing. “