Turning thirty was easy! I went to Paris! Everyone told me how young I looked (you can thank staying out the sun for that one)! I had a cake and lots of lovely cards!
Turning thirty is easy, mother fuckers. Being 30, well, that is proving a little harder.
I got chubby. Apparently the whole metabolism slowing down thing isn't a myth. Have you ever seen a chubby gamine? No, of course you haven't, it goes against everything we believe in.
I knocked out a front tooth, and paid over $7,000 to not only replace said tooth, but to get braces. Invisalign braces, top of the range, almost invisable, but still BRACES.
Two words. Adult acne. Apparently many women go through a period of adult acne in their early thirties.
So, here I am. In my thirties. With puppy fat, braces and acne. And because I have superior coping skills, I am now going to eat some mashed potatoes*.
Yes, I know this isn't helping the puppy fat issue, but come on, I have braces. My comfort food has to be soft!
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