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.
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Beautiful post beautified by your narration and that shot!
Thank you! Guess the “growing up” paid a lot. 🙂
Very nice!
Time to new shoes 😀
That’s a mature twenty one year old there. Chill babe…as your generation kids would say. Take it from someone older…growing up is fun…despite the brambles and the thorns. You eventually get to have your place in the sun.
23. 😉 haha! Thanks! 🙂 As they say, at a right place in the right time. 🙂