Things that matter

I'm 29 years old and I always thought that I knew what mattered, but suddenly some things seem to be shifting. For instance, my own personal safety has always been pretty high on the list, as well as the state of my appearance and my freedoms. I'm a size 2 with a 25 inch waist and all of a sudden I'm looking at my tummy and thinking about the stretch marks and fat and widening hips and bigger feet and hormonal complexion and my rapidly growing in roots (Yes, I'm naturally blonde. No, not this blonde.). The strange thing is that suddenly I'm not caring anymore. It's not just that it's well worth the sacrifice, it's just that it doesn't really seem important at all. Don't get me wrong. I'm still a girl and the upkeep of myself still seems important, but the idea of not having a bikini worthy body suddenly seems kind of sad, but in a trivial "oops I broke a plate" kind of way, instead of in the self esteem shattering, "I'm a big fat ugly cow!" kinda way. Also, the idea of deliberately going through a situation that can kill me, or at the very least do permanent damage to my body and be incredibly painful and grueling (Yes, I mean labor.) seems less terrifying than it seems like it should. So, as a tribute to my younger, partying, thinner and more egocentric days, here are some party pictures from the 80's party, the toga party and the rocky party.