What's My Age Again?
- eyeswidelove
- Nov 22, 2017
- 2 min read

So yesterday I went to Staples to buy some CD cases for the discs I burn for photo sessions. And this guy ringing me up is like..
Him: Wow, what do people even use CDs for anymore? Me: *Heh* I’m a photographer so I burn discs for clients. Him: Oh. Wow. A photographer. I’ve always wanted to do that but it just got away from me. You’re buying a lot of discs. Me: Yeah I’ve been doing it on and off for 10 years but I just recently decided to commit full time. Him: Whoah… You’re saying 10 years, sounds like a long time, you don’t look like you couldn't be over 18. Me: I actually just turned 25 But yeah. Have a good day, bye.
This used to happen to me weekly. Swearing on my goldfishes grave. I thought by now I would have grown up a bit more, and every day I look in the mirror and I’m like, damn do I STILL look 12? And I wonder if it’s my fault or just everyone else’s twisted perception, at this point. I try to dress nicer and even wear makeup sometimes because I want to feel like a woman; inside, mentally and emotionally I know I’m a woman. But, outside people still see me as a child.
And you know, for as long as people have been saying it to me, it did not really effect me, and I would always joke about it and brush it off. But there was something in his tone about me doing something with my life, and possibly being 18 years old, that bothered me more than any of it.
I had a long conversation this same day, previous to the one above, with two people I hold very dear to my heart, whom I have admired and loved for a long time. They are both far more successful now than I honestly assumed they’d be at this point. As am I. And throughout our discussion, as heated as it seemed to get, there was one point where I almost came to tears.
Talking about limits.
I, knowingly, proudly, firmly, believe, that my life is limitless. I also believe that for you, and for them, and for anyone. But there is a key to it. What most people struggle with and why very few amount. The belief. The faith in yourself that is unbound. The faith in those around you and their truest heart combined with yours driven by a purpose much greater than you can fully understand at that point.
But, if you’re like me, and you’ve caught a glimpse of this, it can be easy. I know few people in this world still guided by light, work, pride, understanding: and some of them use it in a way that ultimately unhinges them.
18, 25, 65… There is something great for all of us, but we have to choose happy, we have to choose love.