Becoming a Woman
Sep 6, 2018 · 3 min read
Part of me still has the same little girl inside: The one that’s about five years old and loves to go romping about in fields, tumbling down hills and not giving a fuck what other people think of me. The one who’d jump into puddles, coat bare feet with mud, and track footprints caked with dirt onto the kitchen tiles at my mother’s dismay.
But another part of me realizes that the second I step into an elementary school classroom…


