This day....16/11...makes me older every year according to the calendar. Some few years ago i would be so overjoyed to celebrate my birthday but now its all gone. the future i want is now closing up, no more crazy parties, senseless loud music, planning or setting goals that are never met, dreaming ninety percent and doing less than half of it and many more.The reality is i am 24 years old!!!
Maybe my first post could have started like this...
But time flew by and i lazied with the idea till it was 3 days past my d-day.I look back at all those years past and men i appreciate my body at 19-22, i was so in good shape, lean and spotless clean face. i look at the photos of then and wish time machine could just take me back. now i have excess body mass in the wrong places, i have cellulite on my thighs and buttocks, stretch marks allover my bum and boobs...some on my arms..and my face breaks out as it feels like.
It is not like i do not feel good about my myself, it is that i acknowledge that i had some lifestyle and bodily changes in the last two years. I love my rounder chest, my new all natural hair, my new added weight and i love me, she love her...jane, they love her...jane.
My 24th birthday was just like any other day. i woke up at 6 am, and cleaned up, had breakfast and got rid of all things i did not like and at the end of it all, the exercise was so fulfilling. i bought a cupcake, sang myself happy birthday song and made my wishes. i strolled with my friend around campus and later went for the TPF6 concert and that was it.
Proudly 24, adopting new life mantras like, eight glasses of water a day, exercise for at least 30 min 3 times a week, eating right...what my grand ma ate only!!! The battle is not easy, but i hope to see my 3rd generation.
