I remember crying just a few days before turning 25. I was filing out a survey and its choices for age was 18-24 and 25 to 35... and I was all...I'm so old... I've turned into one of THEM....

I was okay with turning 30... i was all in babyland and so happy.

I was happy with 40. I finally felt more comfortable with being me (until I started therapy at 43) and I didn't care what anyone thought.