Being 16 is cool and all but for me 17 years old and above was where it was at, maybe it was because all the protagonists in the books I read happened to be 17. So I’ve been 17 for a while now but I realised something while at my friend’s 18th birthday party. She had some family round and I’ve known her forever so of course I was there with my family too.
And when I got home I realised something, when I was younger and I had grown past the age of just wanting to run around with all the other little kids at parties, I always looked up at the older teenagers and how they looked good with their makeup all done, in their nice outfits, how the adults would treat them less like kids. I aspired to be like that and I just couldn’t wait until I looked like my own version of that, to look and feel like an adult. Well, closer to it than how you feel in your preteen years anyway.
Coming home from my friend’s party, I realised I had reached that point in life! I came home and looked in the mirror at myself with my straightened hair, nice makeup and swishy outfit and there she was. As much as being 17 is stressful, with exams, planning out my future endeavours in education and all of that; I have grown up quite a bit and it is being recognised my actual adults. It’s a wild concept to say the least and I think 11 year old me would be proud of my eye shadow skills.
I don’t know if I’ve articulated how I’m feeling all that accurately, but this is as good as it’s gonna get! Have any of you guys felt like this?
Until next time! 🙂