In principle, I'm not a jealous person. I never think in the categories that someone can do something better, be more beautiful or more successful. All of this actually inspired and inspired me more and more. You don't always want to be the one in the group that puts everyone else in your pocket, but rather orient yourself upwards and find out: There's still room for improvement with me. However, I have recently noticed that I don't always have my facial features under control when I look at very young, very beautiful girls. Then I try to stay positive, the corners of my mouth pulled up, completely free of envy – but in my head I ask myself questions such as: What tights do you think your legs look so even? (None! Sip!)
Treat yourself
Were there such short skirts in the 90s? And why did I never wear them when it was actually still possible? Is that bitchy already? In view of this mid-twenties aura, I sometimes don't know what outweighs me: the envy that young women still have to make all of the beautiful decisions in life, or the happiness that they have somehow made it on the right track. I internally rebel against saying sentences like: For us earlier … When I was your age … I want to be able to push all these thoughts away. Allow yourself to be happy and happy that everything went well.