A Letter to My 25-Year-Old Self

I'm not 25 yet. That's six or seven years away, which is crazy to me. A lot can happen in that period of time and I'm thrilled to see where it takes me. I was featured in the "Letters to my 25-Year-Old Self" project. People of all ages participated which made it even more intriguing. I also love the illustration (pictured above) they created to go along with my piece. Swiss cheese sandwich, Harry Potter glasses, and my signature hair style? Yes please! Here is an excerpt of my piece. To read the full thing, click here.

Dear 25-year-old Maria,

I can see you clearly. You're still 5'4. (Well, actually, you're 5'3. You're just still lying about being 5'4.) You have golden brown hair, with undertones of red that only those close to you see. You still have your signature bangs that you cut sophomore year symbolizing your commitment to authenticity and truth. You still love eating swiss cheese and lettuce sandwiches and you still eat bags of hot cheetos, no matter how fattening they are. You still dream of going to DisneyWorld, and hey, maybe you got to finally go. (I hope you did.)