cause I’m a Woman

Last night, I stepped into my closet that I can sort of step into so let’s just say it’s  a walk in closet but really when I step inside of it I can’t so much turn around but HEY NOBODY’S PERFECT. I looked at my clothes, and suddenly, everything felt — too young. I thought to myself, like I actually thought to myself, all of these clothes are made for large children. None of these things are appropriate for a woman of my age. And then, all day today, I’ve felt strangely — open? Aware? Grateful and strong? Something has shifted. Perhaps one of my moons went all the way around my head, or perhaps, is it possible, that I am a woman now?


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