I don’t know about you, but I get sucked into the world of comparison far more often than I’d like to admit. Growing up, I fantasized about beauty and popularity, assuming those who had that were living more meaningful, exciting lives. Now, at 22, I can tell you that makeup overwhelms me, I wear pajamas more than anything else, and I truly understand that friendship is about quality rather than quantity. As we develop our personalities and grow along our unique paths, we sort of naturally decide what matters to us and what doesn’t. Sometimes I get insecure about the fact that I’d rather stay in than go out drinking, or that there's no amount of money you could offer me to go skydiving. Theoretically, I should worry about getting old, but I really can’t wait to sit on my front porch in a rocking chair eating as much dessert as I damn well please🙌. We’re not all supposed to be interested in the same things; that’s what makes life and relationships so rich. Even though I wish I w