That is probably the first bathroom mirror shot I have taken since I was in my early 20’s. Ironically I took that picture on my 30th birthday as I was getting ready to go out to a bar to celebrate mine and my mister’s 30th birthday. (we are less than 2 days apart.) Why did I take that ridiculous photo you might ask? Well it seems that just the act of turning 30 has caused me all sorts of insecurities that I never had before. Who knew that a number could hold so much power. I must have spent a good 2 hours getting ready that night, I meticulously did my makeup, did the black cateye with the liquid eyeliner, painted my nails some kind of reverse french manicure, and purposely gave my limp, flat, hair those waves that most girls have naturally. The whole time I was getting ready I kept asking myself if I was too old to be wearing what I was planning to wear that night, and if I had too many frown lines and eye wrinkles to wear my makeup that way. Never mind the constant checking of my body in the full length mirror in my bedroom to see if my ass looked 30 years old. So I took this photo to kind of see what the camera would tell me about myself. To see myself through someone else’s eyes, and do you know what this picture told me? It told me that age is just a number and you are only as old as you feel. Well folks, I still feel about 25 so i’m not gonna let this new decade in my life get me down. I’m still going to wear what I want and not what society tells me I should be wearing simply because I am a mama in my 30’s.