Twenty

I've been twenty for about a month now. I'm getting used to it, and I have to say that while dubious at first of this year, I have come to realize that it is very soothing to be such an even, end-all be-all number. I previously thought that I belonged 19 forever. That's because when you're 19, you're old enough to be taken seriously, professional, sexy, wear high heels to work, dress in yoga pants but put mascara on, adult. But at times, when you need it (for me more times than you might think), you can morph into a little girl and clutch onto the nearest body for stability. Parents and love interests will still bend at your tears or your pouty lip. I've learned to take full advantage of this over the past year, but sadly that time has come to an end.