Remember when you were 6 and anything could be cured with a kiss. All it took was a spill on your bike and mom would rush over to hug and kiss all the pain away as tears fell on her shoulder. Now our adult selves hide our tears in hopes that no one will know we are in pain. At 6 no one cared if you had one pink sock on and one green sock on. In fact you were probably considered stylish by your best friend in the sandbox. Now we are constantly aware of how we look to get the other person to notice us. When we were 6 every boy had cooties and the only friends you wanted were girls. Now we ditch our friends to hang out with a potential boyfriend/fiancee/husband. At 6 anything you made was pretty. All your drawings were works of art and considered the next Monet. Now we constantly change the way we draw or write to make sure that it doesn't look stupid. At 6 when we didn't know how to say words it was considered cute. Try pronouncing a word wrong when your an adult and are considered to have a low IQ. When we were 6 all the clothes we put on looked fabulous. Now we sit and pick apart our body. We think our hips are too big, boobs are too small, and butt is too big. We are always telling ourselves if we lost 10 lbs things would look better.
To conclude lets get back to our 6 year old selves. Tons of imagination, happiness, and excitement about life. Basically our 6 year old selves would know that the sky is the limit. And thats the truth. Nothing is impossible when we set our minds to it and know that we are awesome people no matter what.
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