Changes

The new Rookie website has me thinking about my path into teenagedom and how drastic a metamorphosis I have made. I remember my mom buying me my first trainer bra and it had pink and blue straps and hooked in the front (I thought this sports bra hook was "dewomanizing") I also remember blushing and beating around the bush the ask id my mum might buy me some mascara which I then wore to the first day of school. Again my mom had given me a slightly less desirable version of my wish. It was clear mascara which I refused to tell anyone because I thought that it was water.

Certainly things have changed.

The other day I was putting on my mascara when my sister sitting on my bed kicking her feet said "You could use a bit more you know. Maybe some eyeliner too." Of course I gave her advice a try and immediately shied away from the amount of unnatural popping my eyes were doing for a normal day. I can't stand wearing typical 2011 make up, it makes me feel like I am acting on stage and therefore making my life an act.

This is my second week at my new home. Not even god can predict the weather here.