Stephanie

I’ve managed to say no to some people, but it’s like I’ve been programed to feel bad about things. As a matter of fact I just tried to make excuses for something I don’t want to do and the person asking just made me feel like the biggest pile of shit that walks this earth for it. This always happens, especially when it pertains to family. I’m 23 and I want to have some say in my life, for once.

So, I had my adventure after I graduated from college and wound up renting a room from an old professor…for better or worse…and worked on the college campus in the food service and as a seamstress…for better or worse. I’ve since moved home and I’m hitting that restless stride again. I’m working as a cashier, barely making it from paycheck to paycheck and I need to find a goal, aside from moving out, to work towards. I feel like my sense of self is getting fuzzier as I sit at home. It’s getting more and more tough. I’m trying a few things here and there but I’m just not happy yet. Life seems to be getting more and more confusing, and living back at home my parents are once again trying to get me to do what they want.

I’ve often been told by some people I would consider biased that I should try it. I am overwieght but I have always admired the classics. I am far too insecure with myself to put myself into a shoot like that, but I still dream about it.