Up Your Butt and Around The Corner

Im 26 and if you truly are only as old as you feel then I'm confused!

 My 60-year-old self goes to bed around 8 Oclock and only shaves her legs on the Leap Year. My 11-year-old self  is going through her second "awkward stage" and still pales at the thought of a highfive...(so maybe I was the only kid on my street who didnt enjoy a celebratory highfive! I still participated in secret hand shakes. They're more intimate).
Where is my inner 26-year-old? Is she lost beneath the layers of neurosis and unresolved foot issue's (there are only four: 1. feet with bad circulation, 2. finding feet in my food or hair, 3. I cant take anyone with flat feet seriously and 4. I get nervous if I have to say "toes" out loud.)
It's even harder to be yourself when you have kids. I can no longer fully enjoy sexual harassment without screaming "I'M SOMEBODY'S MOTHER!!" to the sky. And nevermind your solitude. Even when I'm alone I find myself watching my language and eating all my peas, just in case she finds out and holds it against me.
Between trying to finding my old self and trying to be who I want Lily to be, this is what I've become.
In short, I have no idea what this Blog is about. I'm just going to write.
Love me, Jessica.