To honesty

by Suzanne Mahadeo

Sometimes people tell me I look 17.

I want to say, “Nope. I’m 31. If I were 17, I’d still be miserable.”

Sometimes people tell me I look 24. I want to say, “If I were 24, I’d still be arrogant.”

No one’s ever really told me I looked 28, but if they did, I’d say “Close, but no. If I were 28, I’d still be fearful.”

I’m happy to be 31, because 31 is where I’m honest. With me and with you. Something tells me it’s only going to get better from here.

La Condesa in Mexico City

Sunday in La Condesa, Mexico City.

Here’s to being you, wherever, and whenever you are.