To everyone who doesn’t have “baby face”:

DO NOT tell me how lucky I am. I know that when I’m older I’ll be so thankful. Blah. Blah. Blah. All everyone who doesn’t have a baby face has ever told me is that I’ll love it when I’m older. But right now, I’m 21 and no one believes I’m my age. You don’t understand how embarrassing it is that people always ask if I’m sure of my age. I’m sorry but I know my birthday and how old I am. It’s a little insulting honestly. It’s not flattering for someone to ask me to verify my age in normal conversation.

You don’t know how hard it is to go into stores and hope you won’t be mistaken for a minor. Especially in stores that don’t want minors walking around unsupervised. I’m sure you’ve all seen the video of the girl with the paint roller (it’s here if you need it http://www.dailydot.com/unclick/girl-paint-roller-video/). The whole premise of the video is a cashier’s astonishment over this girl, he though was much younger and is actually old enough to have a credit card, can in fact pay for the item her mother left her with in the store. Things like this happen so much, almost too much. To the point where I have my ID ready to go just in case someone asks. There have been many times on campus where someone asked if I was looking for an older sibling. I’m a freaking senior and know the entirety of Rutgers New Brunswick better than most people. So please, sit down and shut up.

Sure, I’ll be grateful that I won’t need make-up as much when I’m middle aged and want to look younger. And getting carded until I have too many wrinkles to pass for too young. But right now, I’m treated like a child because I still look 16. So please, if I tell you how old I am, don’t ask if I’m sure, especially if I have ID. Never assume someone’s age.

Baby face isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.