Life in my 20s has been about letting go of what other people think about me and finding the type of people who love me and make me come alive. It's been about finding my own voice.
It gets better, physically too.
You'll grow into your nose. Your skin will clear up (for the most part). And some day having thighs that don't touch each other won't matter at all.
I promise it gets better, girls.
You'll learn that your personality and how kindly you treat others matter more than your dress size. That the parts of you people called "weird" in high school make you unique and interesting later in life.
You will fall in love with someone who makes you believe you're worth loving, that you aren't the ugly duckling after all. You will probably get your heart broken, but it will be worth what you learn. Plus, you'll break a few hearts, too.
Next month I turn 29. I have high hopes for my life as I ease into the next decade -- finding love, succeeding at my job, maybe a kid or two. (Maybe). But I can't be sure of what will happen. I especially don't know what life will bring your way, but I do know one thing: this, how you feel at this moment, will not last forever.
It gets better.
Kersey, a Gazette staff writer, can be reached at lori.ker...@wvgazette.com, or on twitter @lorikerseywv. This essay was originally published at lorithebrave.wordpress.com.