Know what’s great? Getting to an age where, at the end of the day, with the appropriate amount of maintenance, you like the way you look. It’s not arrogance, or thinking that you’re necessarily better looking than lots of other people, but instead a contentment with your own beauty. This may not happen in a man’s head—maybe it does—but I can’t think of a single girl I know that hasn’t struggled, to some degree, with being able to accept and appreciate her appearance. It took me a long time to get to a point of contentment, and a little after that to be able to admit it. Not constantly feeling self-conscious about my face takes a big load off my mind, let me tell you. So far, growing up is pretty great. I’m a long ways off from being a full-fledged adult, but the adultier parts of me are definitely my favorites so far.
