When I was in 6th grade, a boy in my gym class made fun of me for being “fat” (I went through a chubby few years right before puberty & briefly in high school when a med made me gain weight.) He made fun of my high forehead (yeah I have a “five head” – I should probably get bangs), my big nose (I’m Italian/Portugese & it shows in my schnoz), and my “mustache” (the hairy Italian genes again – tweezers are my friend.)
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I purchased the pictured items myself. I was not asked to write, nor was I compensated for this post, and all opinions are my own. Post contains affiliate links. All of my kids are quite petite, and my daughter rear-faced until 4, harnessed until 7, and is still in a booster at age 9.5. This is a non-negotiable issue in our house, but I’m sympathetic that she’s in a booster while none of her friends are.

I received these products free for review. I was not otherwise compensated for this post, and all opinions are my own. Post contains affiliate links. Somewhere around age 26, I started to look my age. After so many years of desperately wanting to look and be older, that was a shocker. I’m now 33 and I think I look my age although when I was in Las Vegas for ABC, I was carded at the roulette table (twice) and for beer! Two people eyed my license suspiciously and told me I looked “very young” incredulously. I wanted to kiss them, but I tipped well instead. 😉