a personal essay. Twenty-eight feels right. I believe it’s because it is an even number. Twenty-seven - the number, not the year- felt off to me. I don’t know why. It just isn’t my favorite number, and so I never really liked it. So twenty-eight seems better. It does feel older, in a numerical sense. Though, I do love aging. I love that I feel the strongest I’ve ever felt; I love that I feel beautiful & sturdy. I love the process of knowing myself & what I want, for the most