Bold Strips, Rockwalls & Being Petite

It's Friday again. And I've been thinking if there ever will be a day when I am not mistaken for a child or a teenager. It has its perks, but often times I wish people could stop being so superficial. I've leaped over that thin line between girly and just plain woman a number of times, long jumped if you please,yet there are those special people I meet who send me right back over into the little girl's corner. Me? I am resting my legs, no more jumping. I don't have to prove anything to them.

I remember waiting in line at the airport parking lot a few months back. I was anxious to get to my ride, so I had my keys out long before I paid for parking. The security posted there had the nerve to watch me up and down and ask me if I am not too young to drive. Honestly speaking, I don't remember what I told him as all these experiences are melting into one. Maybe I answered optimistically. Maybe I put him in his place. Then, in the dress I was wearing, I felt undeniably like a woman, albeit a little one. 

This is another dress I found in my closet (found because it has been overlooked so many times). It makes me feel like an "Alice in Wonderland". It's one of those dresses I would, if I even bother too, wonder what would "they" take me for: woman or girl. It seemingly places me on the line itself and I am not bothered by it. As a matter of fact, I had tremendous fun in this number exploring Loterie Farm.

When was the last time someone mistake you for almost half your age? What happened?