my friend lyndsay (can i call her a friend? i met her once when i crashed her wine tasting party with B and jerns like two years ago)’s recent article for the every girl was actually the inspiration for finding this print but i can’t help but agree 1000% with its sentiment. every year i like to believe i’m becoming a better version of myself. like a fine wine or cheese, i am (hopefully) getting better with age.
unlike a banana which tends to get worse. though i must say, aged bananas just mean banana bread, and i don’t think that’s a terrible thing, either.
p.s. you should really read lyndsay’s article. she’s freaking hilarious. and yet very poignant, too.0