on body image and confidence (sort of)

These pictures of Britney Spears in her prime are taped to the mirror in my childhood bedroom. I was a pretty optimistic teenager. Pictures of unrealistic, beautiful celebrities didn't make me feel bad about my chubby, freckly self. I was sure that one day -- with a little hard work and her trainer's secrets clipped from Seventeen magazine -- I would look just as good as Britney Spears.

I was in this bedroom this weekend, and I thought a lot about poor, naive, Teenage D. I laughed to myself that I thought I would ever look as good as Britney.

And then I had an epiphany. At some point, it had happened. There was a time when I looked, dare I say, better than Britney.  

And it took a lot of effort on my part.

I think Teenage D was wise beyond her years.