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Thinkgs I wish I had known 20 years ago.

It’s the entire birthday thing. I’m turning 39 on Monday and it’s making me philosophical. A list has been brewing in my head, of things I wish I had known when I was about to turn 19.

~My thighs were awesome and I didn’t show them enough appreciation. In fact I was much thinner than I ever thought I was

~It’s ok to admit you make mistakes and do a complete 180 degree turn and back the hell up

~Don’t worry about things so much. I can’t remember all that I worried about but I know less than 10% ever happened, and the things that did hurt me came out of nowhere

~Most of the time if people you don’t know well make a cheesey comment like “I got your back”, they are wanting you to relax so they can get the knife in really really deep

~Lift up the other women you meet along the way, our world is very hard on women, we need to love and support one another, even if they do something stupid like wear white stretch pants

~Never buy or wear white stretch pants

~Be careful with people’s hearts and feelings, disregard anyone who isn’t careful with yours

~Men are not as emotionally strong as they are physically and have some of the same insecurities you do

~If you have naturally wavy hair, don’t get perms!

~If you don’t know what you want, be damm sure you know what you don’t want.

~Life isn’t a race and you will do better if you focus on your own actions instead of those of others

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