Twenty-Something's

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Let me start off by saying that I was getting real tired of not being the main character in my own story.

As an author, I'm aware that some books, blogs, and magazines are meant to be savored like red wine and some are meant to be met with pitchforks and steaks. Striking, funny, smart, and witty, and thoughtful. Or controversial, political, core-shaking, and slightly sickening.

This is a red wine blog.

Or better yet, a strawberry daquiri blog. One to be read at home late at night with some ice cream, or to be savored on the beach while you sip a cosmo and sunbath. Or, well, anywhere! Needless to say, it's meant to be savored.

You've heard the story of the thirty-something's, the forty-something's, and maybe even the fifty something's. But I somehow feel the twenty-something's are slightly thrown to the wind. Why? It's like the minute you turn twenty years old, society looks at you, gives you a pack of condoms, a gyno, and pepper spray after telling you; "Move along, next in line!"

I picture it like a long, metal machine with spiraling up and down parts, swirling and twirling around a bustling factory. Woman and backgrounds that look like Roald Dahl books are still like Barbie's. They go from short to tall with a crane that grabs at their heads and pulls up their necks with a 'POP' making them instantly taller.

Over the couple of minutes that the teenage girls are probed and prodded and turned into woman, it feels like years. Their boobs get bigger as another machine widens their eyes and cuts their hair. The mechanical girls don't speak as large, red pursed lip smiles are plopped onto their lips. Noses grow, outfits are changed to something more mature as the crane pulls out curves they never knew were possible.

Then they're thrown into society.

You would think all that strife would start at eighteen, and maybe it does. You graduate High School, you walk out of the machine with your goody bag, new problems, and new personality.

Two and a half vital years of my life was lost during Covid, much like countless others, and after society decided to move on from the dark ages, I woke up and suddenly--I went from an eighteen year old junior in High School, to a twenty year old almost overnight. It was like Thirteen Going On Thirty, but without the amazing job, Manhattan, penthouse, and fabulous walk-in closet!

I want to preference this by saying I want everyone to be able to read this blog and be able to take something away from it. A laugh, a shared experience, some knowledge, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what race you are, what political party you belong to, what religion you are, or what outlook you have on life. What matters is that young women like me have an outlet to go to. For a cry, a laugh, advice, for a shared experience.

Lifestyle and fashion is what I do.

When it comes to finding yourself, your sexuality, taking back your femininity, and figuring out where you want to go in life... well, it could be tricky.

As F.Scott Fitzerlad once said, "It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times."

God I hope I start seeing the best soon.