An honest woman.

All my life, people have thought I was younger than I am.  I remember one summer, my sister and I were at a Girl Scout day camp.  My mom was late picking us up, so we were the only kids left, sitting and waiting with the leaders.  One of them asked if we were twins.  My little sister is 2 and a half years younger than I am.  But I was shy, quiet and scrawny.  So I guess it shouldn't be surprising.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I cashiered at Kmart.  Customers and co-workers thought I was barely old enough to even have a job, let alone be 19 with a year of college under my belt.
When I was in Kenya with Operation Smile, most of the team thought I was one of the high school students, instead of the 23 year old married woman that I was (though, of course, they were a bit shocked that I was married at 23).
So, though I've been young, I generally haven't been as young as people think I am.  (someday this will be a good thing.)  I have always been anxious for people to know how old I am.  Just so they know I'm not quite as young and inexperienced as they think!
Which leads me to my little white lie.  I round up, I guess you can say.  A few months before my birthday, I start claiming to be a year older than I am.  Now that I'm married, and Landon is almost exactly three months older than I am, the fib usually starts at his birthday.
Well, as of today, I'm not a liar (at least for another 8 or 9 months).  I really am 28.