In nine months or so, I'll face those who were so instrumental towards my opinions of myself. It's the one hundred eighty-some-odd people with whom I shared a graduation stage. It's been nearly ten years since I've seen most of them, yet I think about them daily. Our upbringing determines my daily actions. I become a successful interior designer and lead a jet-set life because they married young, bore several children, and never left home. I am determined to shed the extra twenty pounds because they didn't. For as mousy and unnoticed as I was then, I'm determined not to be now.
I know it's horrible and I know it's vain, but it's something that I've been thinking of since May 21, 1999. What I'm starting to wonder, is what happens the day after? How will I feel then?
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Oh wow. Well put.
*cheers from the bleachers*
and much love
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