Recently I have been taken aback at how insecure teenagers can be.
I have been basically living at the high school helping to create a steampunk costume wardrobe for a production of Sweeney Todd. (*insert general controversy and incredibly awesome promo photo here)
I have had the pleasure of spending time with some pretty majorly awesome students.
Only thing is that they don't realize how wonderfully they have been made. They hide who they are behind poorly applied make-up, baggy clothes, hard-as-nails attitudes, no-where-found-in-nature colored hair, etc.
And then I look at my adult friends.
We are just as bad, a stubborn lot.
Trying to hold on to