Like quite a bit younger. As in, I am 21-years-old, and I apparently look like I may have just hit 14. Or younger sometimes.
I suppose wearing make up or changing up my hair would help. But I never really got into that sort of stuff.
It used to bother me a lot. But now I'm ok with it or at least can deal with it. But there were several stages leading up to this point. There are the 5 stages of grief; modified a bit I can show how I got to the point I am at today.
Or maybe I'm just bored. Your call.
1.) Denial
"I don't look that young. I am X-years old. No way I look as young as people say."
2.) Anger
"Why the hell can't people see that I'm older! I am NOT a child, come on!!!"
3.) Bargaining
"Ok, if I wear make-up, can I at least look my age. I don't need to look older like others want, just my age."
4.) Depression
"I'm going to be carded the rest of my life, aren't I. Guys will never date me because of potential pedophile remarks. What a rotten deal."
5.) Acceptance
"...Oh fuck it. Give me the kids meal. The food is cheaper anyway."
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