I’ll be 34
tomorrow and my oldest child is 16 years old. If you’ve done the math then you
know I had her when I was 17 years old. Yep, I was a teen mom. No TV show, just
reality. I’m a young mom that feels young at heart as well. A lot of times I get
mistaken for the older sister. I call it damn good genes. My husband jokingly
says it’s the way I dress.
I used to
question what age I would be when I start dressing like a “mom”. My daily
attire consists of skinny jeans, high tops, a t-shirt and pink lipstick. That’s
just me. I may be a mom but I’m also someone who loves hip-hop. Not a day goes
by that I’m not blasting Kanye West or Eminem.
I think I get
it from my mom. She also had me when she was 17 years old. I kind of grew up
with her. As a matter of fact my first concert was at Madison Square Garden
with my mom to see Run DMC. I was about 6 at the time. My own mother is the one
who taught me you don’t have to stop being who you are because you have kids.
I don’t
recommend having kids at such a young age like I did but since I did I will admit
that it helps me relate to them. I have a better understanding of what they’re
going through, their likes and dislikes. They open up to me about things I don’t
think they would feel comfortable talking about with me if I were older.

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