Okay, so I may be a little behind on the game. For example, I didn’t have make-up in my daily routine until I was 24. Okay so I am really behind. That’s not the point. The point is that I look young for my age. Make-up or not. And you know what, I’m okay with it. I actually love it.
Whenever someone acts surprised by my age and then embarrassedly tries to cover it up with some lame comment like – “Oh, you’ll be so glad when you’re my age that you look so young.” I try to comfort them by explaining that I took it as a compliment not as an offense.
In the 1800’s pioneer women usually began courting around the age of 14. At this point they would ditch the full-body apron, the braids and the bloomers and replace them with full-length dresses, curled hair, and petticoats. Well if I’m not wearing make-up till I’m 24, I am definitely not going to be wearing a “big girl” dress while climbing fences and milking cows all day. So yes, I played the part of a pioneer girl. A young pioneer girl. But I didn’t realize just how young I appeared until one day I was asked the question –
There I was, leading the oxen and answering the same questions I did everyday – of course with a smile on my face, when an older gentleman. No, you know what he was an old man and that is what I am going to call him. Anyway, this old man asked me what Junior High I went to. Now, like I’ve said my age has always been mistaken but this was the farthest off anyone had been.
I replied to him that I had attended Clayton Middle School but that that was ten years ago, since I now was 22 years old and a Junior at Brigham Young University.
There was no recovering for him. So lets just state the facts – He was old, and I look very young. Facts are facts. Some are just harder to face than others.
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