WohaDreamBig

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and been like, “Wow. My body has finally figured itself out!” If you have yet to experience this, it is one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. Finally, after years of being disproportional, awkward, and quite frankly, chunky, you have finally grown up. And ladies and gentleman, I looked at myself in the mirror tonight and realized I have physically grown up.

I am no longer the shy 3rd grader whose boobs came in way too early. I am no longer the round-faced girl who was asked by an elder on the bus if she was popular, to which my best friend at the time responded, “No she’s not, but I am.” I am no longer 4-eyed and triangle haired. I am no longer wearing floral leggings and turtlenecks every day. I am no longer willing to be pushed around. No. I am not that.

But I am that girl who will never be able to pull many dresses over her butt. I am that girl whose boobs came in way too early, but stopped growing shortly after. I am crazy-haired, and I have a decent variation in wardrobe. I have evident dimples from trumpet playing, and my fingers oddly pudge out when they meet with my hand. My thighs will always touch, and I will always run like a duck. I will always refrain from cussing when I hit things with my wide hips, and I will always resemble my mother.

And in all of this, I am at peace. I’ve finally come to look like a normal human woman. Did you hear that? Human!