At first, I felt like I was 16 again, tagging along to a "cool kids" party. Everyone was so stylish and Hollywood and skinny. They all knew each other. I was reminded of the high school kid I used to be, who shopped at thrift stores to have a style of her own so she wouldn't be compared to the popular girls and protected herself from rejection with dry humor. I was sitting there, self-concious, in her figurative Doc Martens again.
Sometimes I just need to have a little more faith in myself.
Today I am so grateful and happy for:
~ new friends
~ owning who I am
~ saying yes with an open mind