My mom bought me my second NEW STEF dress and third...
I wanted to cry.
That smaller Stef, took a lot of hardwork. A lot time and dedication.
It hasnt transformed me phsyically, but mentually and emotionally.
We havent found a house yet, I stopped crying. I cant cry over spilled milk, nor can I worry about something thats not in my control.
Maybe it's age that taught me this. Maybe it's life.
Yeah I am gonna go with life.
I stopped crying and started thinking of all the good things.
I have my family and a set of best friends who have stuck it out in the dark with me.
I am loved.
That is all...I am loved.