Growth. Who would ever thought a tomboyish and awkward girl like me would grow up to like laces, platform shoes and red nails? Such irony but the answer is simple: I grew up. But growth has so many aspects. It could be mentally, physically or emotionally. Physically, it’s obvious that I grew up. Hell. I even grew up so much more than I prayed for. Mentally and emotionally?Maybe yes. Maybe no. At 23, I can definitely saw I know a lot more than what I know when I was 12. But does that make me more mature? At 12, I was so sure of myself. The world was a lot simpler. I don’t have to think of what to eat and how to earn a living. At 23, I am insecure more than ever. I feel that a simple mistake could topple my well-protected confidence. I wake up everyday thinking when will I finally settle on what I want to do with my life. Funny. It seems I have grown backwards or maybe that’s how it really is as one grows older. We become less idealistic when we start to experience reality. Oh. The irony of growing up.