Anytime I meet someone new or even when I’m out running errands it never fails that atleast someone that day thinks I’m a kid. The average age that people think I am ranges from 12 years old on a no makeup day to 16 years on a makeup day ( I don’t know why I am telling you people this).

Are 12 year old mothers really that common (even in KY) ? No, I don’t think so. So, why on earth do people think I’m 12? C’mon, people, look a little closer , I don’t reeaaalllyyy look 12. I don’t look 15 or 16. I look closer to my real age of 29.

What really gets people is my size. I’m petite. Hell, I’m not just petite…I’m really small. I’m 4’10 ( on my good days). Many of you are probably thinking why is she complaining about this. Well, we all have issues with our bodies. I’m not saying that it’s so terrible that I can’t handle it but the stares need to stop. I just want people to take me seriously. I don’t want to be handed the kids menu anymore. I don’t want to be passed up in line because customer service thinks I’m someone’s kid. I don’t want to be asked one more time, “Is your mommy home?” I don’t want to be triple carded anymore and made to feel like I have a fake ID.

In reality I am the size of a kid but I don’t look one. I don’t dress like one. No, I take that one back since the only place I can buy clothes that fit are in the kids section of a clothing store. I don’t act like one with the exception of this (which I did for my 5 year old son to encourage him & show him how to do it) :

and this:

Well, I guess there are some advantages…