Happy birthday! I had my meltdown at twenty-five. Since then, I made a vow to get a little less mature every year. I’m thirty-one now so I’m well on my way back to four which was a pretty good time.
I continually rail against the skinny jean. It’s evil. Especially on men. Down with the Emo jeans!
And congrats on all those victories, size 8 included. PS. You don’t look a day over 22.