I am 27. If I don’t put the effort to wear make-up and clothes that don’t include a sports bra, “yoga pants” and some sort of 7-year-old tank top slash tshirt, I look young for my age. Sooo, that’s 97% of the time. I must say, I have NO idea of this fact, so please, co-worker, enlighten me first thing in the morning when I walk in the door with a shit stank smile on your face. I look like I could be in high school? Oh snap, thanks! I had no idea. Please, tell me again, like you did last week, and the week before. Because I’m pretty sure I’m older now than I was 3 weeks ago, yet you continue to remind me. See you in 20 years old man. I’ll look 25, and you will… well… you’ll just look like you.