Thank goodness for being twenty one and finally very, very comfortable with how I look. It’s the first time, oddly after my teenage years, when I come home after a great work reception, kick off the heels, take off the fancy dress, and simply be in my super long Twilight tee and undies. The make up somehow remains neatly on (as my bosses have indicated), and I put my hair up in a messy bun.
It’s like my personal Hanes commercial when I feel wonderfully about who I am and what I look like.
The end of the academic year has never felt so satisfactory.
