I was 20 years old and felt I had a lot to offer, even to myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm not 20 anymore, and I feel it.
My 20s was a time for self-exploration and, okay, a little self-indulgence.
I was only 24 then, but 18 of those 24 years had been dedicated to wanting to get to that moment.
I wouldn't want to be 20 again for anything.
Certainly after '21' I was getting the opportunity to make a lot of money.
I gave myself until I turned 25 to make it. And if it didn't happen, I thought I'd just try to find a nice husband.
I was not emotionally mature enough to accept any kind of success when I was young. I needed to go that long route.
Growing up, I didn't have a lot and always wanted things. But I was too prideful to ask for anything; I always worked for it.
At 20, I didn't know what suited me. I had terrible fashion sense and awful make-up.
You couldn't pay me enough money to go back to being 20. So many tears; what a nightmare it was. It's much better being older.