Woman.

If you see me now, I look different.

My hair is shorter, clothes fancier, and I have started wearing red lipstick.

People tell me I look different.

Little do they know, I feel different.

I feel beautiful for the first time in my life.

I feel like the sun rays are hiding between my lips, the storm is sleeping in my eyes giving them a mysterious look, and I no longer hide away from the world instead I wink at it.

In two months, I’ll be twenty!

A woman.

A lady.

A queen.

I have always dreamt of becoming a certain kind of woman.

A woman who doesn’t demand much instead gives herself what she deserves, someone who prefers respect over attention, and a lady who knows the value of true love.

I want to become the kind of woman who laughs on Monday mornings and smiles at the sight of gloomy clouds.

I want to become the kind of woman who winks at difficulties. Someone who can make even the devil want to dance with her.

I want to be the kind of woman who doesn’t give her heart easily. But when she does, she never stops.

I want to be the kind of woman who respects her mother and becomes more like her everyday while keeping her own individuality alive.

I want to be the kind of woman who dreams so big, the universe can’t help but applaud her vision and strength.

And I want to be the kind of woman who gives something back to this world. My words will help me fulfill my purpose.

Soon I won’t be a teenager anymore.

I hope I can become the woman I dream of becoming.

I know I will become her because each day I look a little like her when I twirl in front of the mirror.

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