Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
Well if this isn’t a loaded question I don’t know what is.
Can I relive my 20s? I’d only do it if I could keep the boobs that I grew after gaining weight in my 30s and trade the rest of the body parts that came along with them for the ones I somehow had in college despite eating Wendy’s for lunch every day for four years. It would also help with the extreme guilt I experience over my completely-innocent-yet-totally-unhealthy crush on Noah Sebastian.
In all seriousness though, I know this sounds shallow, but what I’m really getting at is that I would love to tell my younger self (who hated almost everything about herself) that you will eventually get to a point where you’re accepting of your flaws, even if that point comes way too late for you to sow any wild oats, so to speak. So relax and enjoy life at a point where bending down to scoop cat poop out of the litter box doesn’t hurt.
Keep It To Your Shelf 