"'Cause it's my birthday/And I wanna get fucked like it's the first time/Like it's the first time"
Today is my birthday. The last year of my 20's. Every birthday, I'm reminded of the beautiful short story, "Eleven" by Sandra Cisneros:
What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one.
I have an account on every social media network. It's kind of ridiculous. Specifically, things like Pinterest and Tumblr are mega time wasters, but I enjoy them, and find some good stuff from time to time. However, on these two particular social networks, the tag "Fitspo" comes up often, and I've had enough.
A few days ago, a woman around my age said to me: "You don't look like a yoga teacher." It broke my heart.