They're only digits.

They say that the 30's are the new 20's and I think it's true, although the digits are still advancing there is much more than that. The maturity of the years, the ability to decide what I want in life and what not, and to be proud of what I am and what I have become. The years have also given me the cutest gift of all: I no longer feel ashamed! That shame I remember as a teenager and even at my twenties. At 15 I used to cover my body with a hoodie tied around my waist so that the class boys did not look at me, ashamed that my chest looked very large, ashamed of a spot on my forehead or my teeth with braces. At 20 ashamed of the chubby waist, ashamed to my skinny ankles or ashamed not to say the appropriate thing on a first date, ashamed not to like enough on some blind date.

Today I do not feel that sorrow, today I look in the mirror and I feel happy with it, I feel proud of the woman I am, with the wrinkles that appear in the corners of my eyes, my caffeine intolerance but with the joy of enjoying life one step at a time.

Chlöe.