I've had enough. I need to set the damn record straight. As a 28-year-old woman approaching thirty at full speed AND lives with her boyfriend, I get this question more times than I'd like to admit. So much so, it feels like a broken record. But, I should have expected this. I mean, come on. I have been living with my boyfriend for almost two years. Although it's nobody's damn business--I'm here to explain why I'm NEVER going to have children. Ever.
I've come to terms with a lot of shit in my life. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never be taller than 5'7. I've come to terms that I'll never be a skinny girl. And with Mother's Day approaching this Sunday, I've also come to terms that I will never have that ideal mother-daughter relationship.
Confidence has always been a trait that I've severely lacked. Let's be real--some people either have it or they don't. I'm convinced that my confidence gene has been replaced with complete and utter self-loathing. I've been lucky. Sometimes it exists for a very brief moment and then it's gone. Every day is a constant battle with the mirror. I truly believe that dressing room mirrors (especially ones with super insane lighting) are kinda like that family friend who compliments you one minute and then insults you shortly after.
Trump is our President and a lot of people are not happy about it. (I'm just as upset). My dad voted for him and I still love him...
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