Well hello, looks who's back again. It's me, your favourite mess.
Recently I have been doing a lot of thinking. About what, you ask? Everything and nothing all at once. @WrittingAzira suggested writing about my favourite birthdays and that got me thinking, have I ever enjoyed my birthdays? I can't remember all of my 19 birthdays but I remember snippets of certain ones, that I am now going to share. I remember when I was about 5ish, maybe 6 or 7, and my aunt made me a handmade lehenga, a traditional Pakistani dress, and I felt so grown up. I sat on my aunts stairs, then shuffled until I was gliding down them and landed on her extremely small landing. I then walked into her living room, where there was plenty of gifts and cake and it was the only conventional birthday party I have ever had. Another one I remember was how I got a proper cake, handmade from a bakery, that had Olaf from frozen on it. The worst part was I was 12 or 11 at that time, but I loved Olaf so it was sweet. I didn't get any gifts but my family came and I enjoyed it, the next year was no cake just the large Olaf marzipan model but no extended family, which I didn't really care about. My most memorable was the 18th one, I cried because I felt so old but I had cake and got a ring as a present. They made so much effort but I ruined it by having a strop over the fact that all my bras were in the wash, I think that was just an excuse to project my fear of ageing on to.
Read on but don't make the same mistakes.
Love, Mess.
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