—A personality exposé wrapped in sass, truth, and a little self-drag.

There’s a myth floating around that people change. That time and therapy and a few overpriced planners from Target can transform you into a brand-new, evolved, emotionally balanced adult.

And I’m here to tell you—I bought the planner. I color-coded my trauma. But honey… I wasn’t always like this.(Yes I was.)

Let me break it down for the people in the back—
The sass? Inherited.
The dramatics? Born, not made.
The ability to turn a minor inconvenience into a full-blown monologue complete with props and scene transitions? Vintage Me.

🍼 Exhibit A: Baby Me Was Already Extra

According to my mother, I came out of the womb with a smirk, side-eyeing the delivery room like, “This is the lighting y’all chose?” I refused traditional baby shoes; I insisted on patent leather…red patent leather. I cried in cursive.

I wasn’t just a toddler. I was a tiny icon with opinions, snack preferences, and an early talent for dramatic exits.

📚 Exhibit B: Secret Sass in Study Hall

Here’s what most people didn’t know—I was painfully shy in school. I wasn’t the loudest in the room. I wasn’t leading the pep rally or auditioning for talent shows. I was the quiet girl in the corner, clutching my Trapper Keeper like a security blanket and overanalyzing everything.

But let’s be very clear: I was still me. I had thoughts. I had comebacks. I had fully rehearsed speeches for arguments that never actually happened.

Just because I wasn’t saying it out loud didn’t mean I wasn’t silently judging your handwriting and re-naming your boyfriend in my head.

I may not have been the drama publicly, but best believe I was writing entire soap opera scripts in my brain during 7th period math. (Plot twist: the villain was always the group project.)

☕ Exhibit C: The Adult Glow Up (Just Older. Still Me.)

These days, I’m a little more polished—My drama comes with better nails and a signature iced coffee. But that “quirky chaos energy”? Oh, she’s alive and well. She just has better boundaries and a budget for throw pillows.

Let’s be real: I didn’t suddenly become this girl who panics over dinner plans, monologues about Amazon boxes, and narrates her grocery trips like she’s in a reality show. That girl has always lived here. I just gave her a blog, a brand, and a cartoon version with pink glasses.

💡 The (Slightly Sincere) Truth

Yes, we grow. Yes, we learn. Yes, I now know that not everyone wants to hear a 12-minute story about the emotional significance of my stack of unused Marshall’s notebooks.

But deep down? The core of me—the overly expressive, slightly dramatic, fiercely loyal, sometimes-unhinged glitter tornado—has always been part of the package.

And I’ve finally decided to stop apologizing for her. She’s exhausting, but she’s real. And if that’s not growth, I don’t know what is.

So next time someone says, “You’ve changed,” just smile sweetly and reply, “Oh no, honey. You’re just now catching up.”

🐝 Stay sparkly, stay honest, and keep narrating your life like it’s an award-winning dramedy.

With sass and sweet tea,

Natalie❤️