I’m Not a Girl, I’m a Woman.

While at a clothing boutique today:

Cashier: Do you have a discount card?

Me: Nope.

Cashier: Do you want one?

Me: As long as it’s free, why not.

Cashier: Okay, all you have to do is tell me your mobile number and you can get a card from me.

Me: Sure.

Cashier: Oh wait, you should be at least 18 years old to get a discount card from us. Are you 18?

Me: (annoyed) Yeah, I’m 27!

Cashier: Do u have an ID?

Me: (handed her my ID)

Cashier: Oh gosh, you look so young for your age.

Me: (still annoyed) ..( and offended)

-I know I should be thankful and glad for that. But no, I got offended. :s . I felt like I just look like a “girl” not a “grown up woman”. Well I guess it’s because I never felt beautiful way back in my teenage years. 

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