As I get closer to my twenties I’ve started to notice the lines on my face. For a while I hated them and could wait to get them filled in, but I’ve realised those lines hold so many memories. Those lines are caused by years of belly rumbling laughter and smiling with friends. They’ve been there through every rotten heartbreak and that moment I realised I was in love. I need to give them more credit really.
As I grow older I learn you really don’t stay a size 4 forever, and some days you really do have to embrace the bloated stomach and jeans that really won’t do up even though you swore they did last month.
My 20th Birthday is something I’ve always dreaded and as it draws ever closer I can’t help but feel like I’m running out of time to do things. I haven’t travelled half as much as I would have liked to yet. But I also know that with each year that passes my smile lines will get deeper and deeper.
Holding so many happy memories that when I look back on I’ll remember why I wanted those moments to last for eternity.