Here I am, aged 21, at the start of my four years at university. My flared jeans were a new purchase from Egypt, and my rouched top was a favourite for enhancing my 'assets'. I hadn't really found a confidence with makeup, and I had just left a stable little life in London. I had broken up with a long term boyfriend, and was ready to start a new journey, away from everyone that I knew.
The girl I am with, was my best friend at university and we met on a bus. There was something about her, and so I was determined not to let her get off the bus without swapping details! It sounded a little odd, to ask for her number, but it had to be done!
Univeristy was a time of myspace, garage music and smirnoff ice. Sharing a bathroom with 6 people, and travelling to far flung places. Walking home with my shoes in my hands, and getting 2 for 1 pizzas at 4am. I worked hard, often having two jobs as well as placements, and never looked too far ahead.
Would I bet 21 again? Never! It was part of a great journey, and I met many fabulous people along the way, but you couldn't pay me to be that age now.
What would I tell 21 year old ReeRee if I could?
- Don't sell yourself too short with boys.
- You should have one less drink and afford a cab home.
- Learn to hold your tongue.
- When you finally dye your hair dark, you'll never look back.
- Fake tan is fun, but takes way too much time.