When did I stop being fabulous?
Was it at the same time I realised that, actually, I was kind of a big dork?But when was that again? And why did it even matter?
Even after taking a long break last year to do my own "intensive depression rehab", I still don't have those answers - thank God.
As I slowly get back to life as usual (or as "usual" as possible, in covid times), I'm happier to revisit the things I liked but left behind, than to dig out flawed memories of which cousin mocked me first.
And just like I concluded I wasn't into Pokémon GO - despite being so into the anime I memorised the original 150 like it was homework - making the latest prototypes showed me I don't really want the giant pancake tutu from the third opening of Cardcaptor Sakura.
One day, maybe. Who knows.
For now, I'm feeling fabulous enough with what I got, as I dance alone with the iPhone timer on.