When my mom was my age, she had two kids under the age of two. We reflect on this often, both of us agreeing on how wild that is - our differences in goals, milestones and general trajectory. But luckily, she’s never once imparted opinions or beliefs to tell me how old I “should be” doing anything. In her eyes, I have the freedom to meet life’s new chapters when I want.

But in society’s eyes, okay, really in social media’s eyes, I’m receiving a different story. A story where I’m ALWAYS behind - in my dreams, salary, workouts, baking skills, marriage, children, just general maturity.