2008 was a good year. The year I felt the most beautiful in all my life. The year I read Harry Potter for the first time and wore skirts and lived in the Taij and rode my bike to class. The year I studied film and listened to classical music and monastic chants just because. The year I worked at camp and spritzed myself with the perfume in the pink bottle that smelled SO GOOD. The year I flirted with a cute boy via text and went to Hawaii and told my crush I loved him... (so maybe 2008 wasn't totally perfect, but for those occasions I had Taylor Swift and "Almost Lover" to play on repeat.) I felt like a free spirit, excited for life. I felt adventurous, joyful, flirty, fun, and confident. Gosh, it was a wonderful feeling. I want to feel that way again. Today I have 3 beautiful sons and a doting husband who tells me every day how much he loves me and how beautiful I am. No need for Taylor Swift here. But I am 100 lbs o...