"Look!" she says, innocently enough, "Your legs are like, twice as big as mine!" I never prop my legs up again, and from that one comment, I feel myself turning inward, trying to become smaller than I am.
body image
adults
There are a few things that a younger version of me wrongly assumed I would own by now, as if a box would have miraculously appeared on my doorstep labeled “Miscellaneous Adult Necessities.”
moms
This one survey says yes.
friendship
Everyone's idea about the number of friends you should have is "unrealistic" and realizing this is a "normal part of growing up" that unfortunately doesn't get a ton of airtime.
bff
Yes, it was pretty codependent. Gloriously so. My husband became an afterthought to Morgan and I, and he seemed okay with it.
birthdays
I’m not the jetsetting 20-something with the world at her feet anymore. I’m more like the 30-something with her feet in comfy socks.
college
I'm writing them out now in hopes that it'll save a couple of you from the trial and hideous adult error that we've all gone through.
coming-of-age
I’m a Jeanie, I intuit other Jeanies and we are Annie-magnets. We long for the innocence of the Madges and the brass ovaries of the Deirdres.
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Entertainment,
coming-of-age,
drugs,
friends,
girl gangs,
girl-centric,
growing up,
Me Generation parents,
movies,
rock & roll,
sex,
teens
Mar 28, 2012 at 12:00pm | 31 comments
growing up
There was no pretending that my wildly promiscuous young mother was wailing because she was suffering through another bout of lower back pain. I knew.
growing up
Post-Facebook, a reunion seems more like a weird war between nostalgic home-towners and those of us who like to think we escaped that weird island.
cat
I didn't hate these girls -- I was obsessed with them, and worse, jealous.
growing up
Today's sexually precocious teen girls don't know how good they have it.
aging
We're getting too old for this @#$%!, Danny Glover.
age
I'm not an expert. Like I said, I'm only 22. But I've learned a few things so far.
