What to do when you're in your mid-twenties and everyone seems to insist that you're still a girl? Or a grrl? I started thinking about this a while ago. What am I now? I guess I could call myself girl... ish.
Hi, I'm Molly, and I'm the creator of Girl-ish.com. The picture on the left is no longer an accurate depiction of my hair. (And I can't really claim to be in my "mid-twenties" anymore, either.)
The best advice I can give is if you meet a man wearing deer antlers on his head who offers to remove your curse for a dollar... say YES. (Don't ask me how I know this.)