Turning 39 aka Thirty Fine has been an experience. My body has more aches and pains...I think I also found a gray hair... I've had to make more doctor's appointments than I'd like... I am out of breath when I chase my kid.. which reminds me to work out more and eat better. I have to keep laxative on deck because I'm getting old... But... I also decided that my 39th birthday would be the day that I I would not give a f*** during my last year of my 30s. I do not care what you think about my body. Imma wear a sheer shirt and show all my midriff. I don't care what you think about how I parent. I am going to parent how I want and Baby Girl will be better for it. I do not care that I am broke or have money for all the things I want I do not care that I don't have a fly whip. I do not care that my skin and hair isn't perfect all the time I don't care if I wear makeup today.. and none tomorrow. I am going to eat what I fucking want...