At the tender age of 23, when I was a young lad, a girl I dated once said to me, "you know you've made it when you have a black Mercedes-Benz."
What a crock of shit. Everybody knows you've made it when you have a black Mercedes-Benz and a Jeep.
Pretentiousness aside, that statement resonated through my 20s as it fed my insecurities. Everything I did, everything I knew was a product of what others thought. Definitely got me into trouble at times, but wouldn't have it any other way. Who knows, perhaps THC would never have existed if I wasn't so self-conscious . Moral of the story, do it because you want to and not because of a big butt and a smile.