Born on August 22 (I won't disclose the year), I was born on the cusp of the sun signs Leo and Virgo. I chose to enter this world at 7:15 am on that particularly hot day. That said, I was born almost a full four weeks premature; had I been born on my original planned date of September 22 (or even twelve hours later, for that matter), I would have been fully ensconced in the life of a Virgo.
For years, I could never understand why, if not truly a Virgo, I acted so much like one? I'm a perfectionist, extremely detail-oriented, and a hypochondriac to the extreme. My hair is not a mane of flowing locks, I suffer from severe stage fright, and I prefer to go relatively unnoticed. Once I