So I can’t stand to be teased. This is truly an example of being able to dish it out and not take it, because I can be a merciless teaser. Still, if someone teases me, even if it is someone who truly cares for me and means it in the most light-hearted, loving way, I kind of freak out and get all weirdly-sensitive. I have a pretty self-effacing sense of humor; I laugh at myself regularly. So why can I not handle a bit of ribbing from someone else? When I envision a woman in her thirties, the word “confidence” comes to mind. This is the kind of thirty-year-old woman I would like to be. Self-doubt is so twenties; don’t you think?
NKB
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