25! 25! 25!!!
I've been king of swinging around it all in the days leading up to today. I'm the kind of person who complains about ageism, and has women older than i am as my style icons, yet at the same time I'm freaking out that I'm at some made up "peak" of potential and that it's going to go all downhill from here, and that regardless of them, I'm going to end up hideous.
See? Even I think that's incredibly stupid and vain when I read it!
And I certainly don't think of my friends in their late 20s and early 30s as "old".
Part of me feels like I should be more... accomplished, or something. When I was a kid (so with no concept of how the world works), I always figured that by 25 I'd be married, with a kid, a house, tons of money, and a job as a doctor. So yeah, totally unrealistic. But I do have a lot of my shit together, I think... I'm engaged to my best friend, I'm in my last year of law school, I have established a great sense of self, I don't really care about money as long as I have a roof over my head, food and booze for my belly, and some cute clothing, and I'm generally happier than I've been in previous years.