Oprah and I have a connection... Well, ya know--we both turned 30.

Okay, so I am turning 30 in less than three days.

And I am so excited!

I didn't realize how great it was going to be until my hubby made me a DVD of my life. It was beautiful, the music was beautiful, but me...well to be honest, not so much.

And that's when I realized a connection between Oprah and me.

A few months ago, I was reading this magazine, okay not reading, mindlessly looking through pictures, when I was at the hair dresser's.

I don't like magazines, but this one had tons of celebrities from younger years...to the present.

Most of them have passed 30, but here is what shocked me the most.

All, and I mean ALL, the stars looked like crap until they were in their 30's, including Oprah.

Then they started looking great!

So back to the DVD my hubby made.

Bottom line:

I looked like CRAP most of my childhood. No, I can't possibly blame my parents. They begged me to be cute.

"Please stop wearing your brothers clothes," my mom would beg.

"Whatever, I look great!" I would say back. "Besides, they're free." (Cause I took them from his closet.)

"You look like a boy."

"Whatever!" I said that a lot when I was young. Thank goodness I've traded the word "whatever" in my vocabulary to "crap." Way more mature.

Then I would stomp off in my boy swimsuit (yes, I thought they made cute shorts--scary) and a button-down boy shirt, and head off to school.

Then I would come home and cry because none of the boys liked me. Why did they judge me so?

Maturity has given me clarity.

It's because I looked like them. I was camouflaged as a man.

They probably didn't realize I was a girl until half way through the year.

Yep. That's not good.

So as I reflected on this video, I saw a significant change my senior year.

Then I went off to college and met my hubby.

I actually looked like a girl when he met me.

We got married. Then, I took a turn for the worse.

I had three kids in three years.

I reverted. Looking at those pictures made me realize that I am DONE having kids.

Then at about 29, I finally figured out how to have short hair and not look like a man.

I lost 40 lbs of baby weight and thyroid weight.

I asked my really good friend to shop with me and tell me when the jeans were ugly and made my butt looked big.

She did.

People in the dressing room stared at her in disbelief.

I hugged her and thanked her for her honesty, because I wanted to look cute.

She went through my closet and told me most of my clothes look like I'm ready to attend a Fiesta.

Which I thought was great, but apparently not flattering for me.

She taught me about bras and reminded me that my boobs hanging down to my belly button was not attractive. (Totally shocked to me too.)

She told me my shoes looked like I stole them from my grandma.

I looked at her in total disbelief and thought, "How did you know?" (Creepy)

And so the transformation began.

And now I look the best I can.

I could use plastic surgery, but I'm just happy to be out of the "boy clothes" stage.

Which brings me back to why Oprah and I have a connection.

She looked waaayy better in her thirties than she did in her twenties.

And even though I am not quite 30 yet, I suspect I'm going to get better at this fashion, girly stuff.

And after watching my DVD, I would never want to go back.

Who would?

How does this relate to marriage?

Ladies, we just get hotter with age!