they can't wait to catch up and I've ignored all of them because hell no, I wasn't going to go! I've had a few sleepless nights, because deep down inside I'm still very insecure. When I look in the mirror, I see fat. I see horrible varicose veins that have me wearing jeans right through summer. I see a broken foot that can't tolerate heels for any long period of time, I see an uncoordinated woman with lopsided boobs, a few pimples and terrible fashion sense. Sure, reunions aren't about appearances and maybe I've watched Romy and Michelle's high school reunion one too many times but the thought of going there, looking like this, and without a high flying career under my belt, as the lady whose baby died is just all too much. The thought of facing those demons, the emotions that will come back on potentially facing some of my tormentors, and the people I never felt good enough to even breathe around makes me feel.... scared. So, in saying all of that, of course I am going. Because this is the year of the yes, because I'm not that scared and embarrassed 16 year old girl anymore and because some of these people I've been stalking on facebook are actually very lovely and potentially have a lot in common with me now. Because none of us are hormonal and bitchy 16 year old girls anymore, and none of us have to prove anything to each other. Now,