You're 20? It's ok no one has to know babygirl
It’s a long-standing joke that I look older than I actually am. I suppose it started from puberty. The minute my height started closing the gap on my mom’s, people were already starting to ask if we were sisters. Which was funny because, at the time I felt we looked nothing alike. Over time as I have surpassed her in both height and size, the siblings allegations have continued. For a brief period of time, I was the largest person in my family – up until my brother decided to shoot up like a beanstalk. I’ve always tended to make friends who are older than me. Not on purpose! It was usually something we’d discover later along into the friendship. Looking back, I wonder if I was drawn to them because I felt their level of maturity was something aspirational – or if they were drawn to me because they felt that I was on their level. Either way, I didn’t have many friends who were exactly my age. This all started being a problem once I entered university. I’ve had many a classmate (and...
