The night before I turned 20 was a weird one. I expected to wake up the next morning feeling completely different, as if turning this milestone age, the first one out of my teenage years, was going to make me a woman.
As you can imagine, I woke up on the day of my 20th feeling exactly the same, and no more a "woman" than I did the day before. In fact, almost eight years later, there's still a part of me that still feels a bit like a kid even though I know that I'm not. I don't feel quite so naive anymore, and I'm finding it easier to walk away from situations (and people) that I'm not comfortable with. But, I still play video games (albeit nowhere near as often) and I still find the term "homo erectus" incredibly hilarious.
Following from the big downer of feeling absolutely no change from turning the now not so huge 2-0, I spent a long time not really worried about reaching 3-0. In my head, it wasn't going to change anything. What is age anyway? It's just a number, it doesn't mean anything right?
Hmm, yeah, and then "things" started to happen:
- The first time that I had to tick the "25-34" box instead of the "18-24" one
- The mass of grey hair that only seems to culminate in one area...odd!
- The realisation that everyone around me in certain clothes retailers are only just over half my age
- The feeling I get that I'm a tad too old to wear my hair in cute pigtails....apparently, this isn't "cute" anymore???!!!
And the most recent one:
- Lines under the eyes!!
Oh, the absolute horror!!!
- Stop using a certain teenage-range of hair care products just because I like the smell.
- Accept that I'm going grey, and opt for the "covers all grey" hair dyes.
- Switch to anti-wrinkle creams instead of the ones that I buy for the pretty packaging
- Start wearing granny clothes sourced from frumpy clothing shops like Evans!!
Okay, so I'm not being entirely serious, but when do I really need to accept that I am getting older, and that my beauty regime is inevitably going to have to change as my currently-used products become ineffective against grey hairs and wrinkles.
The best thing about getting older is that you no longer have to lie about enjoying going clubbing!
- No one noticing when you have a bad hair day
- Being able to get away with wearing big jumpers
- It will now be acceptable to have lipstick on my teeth
- I can get away with wearing granny glasses (which are of course....cheaper!!)
- The obsession over each tiny grey hair won't be such a big deal (because you probably won't notice it wedged in amongst the million other ones!!)
- Guaranteed seat on the bus....!! AND, it will probably be at the front!
- People will come to you for advice, just because you're old, and apparently wiser, even if you are the old, but not really the wiser!
- The knowledge that I am one step closer to a Bus Pass (hurrah!) and a Senior Rail Card (double hurrah!)