What is a girl’s worth? Is it in her face? Her brain? Her height? Her personality? What does it mean to be a girl? I am no expert; I am merely my own person. I’m just that: a girl.
Let me tell you of the story of how I became a girl.
I am not so girlish. I don’t like pink, but I don’t hate it. I rather play games than have time to fix myself. I wear what I want. I wear what I have. For me, 5 minutes bath is enough, so long as I have soaped, shampooed and conditioned. This was just me being a person. I did not care much for pimples, my brown skin, nor my split ends.
And then I turned Eighteen.
It wasn’t much of a change at first. I spent my first week thinking nothing about it until someone told me that I could be a model (>_<). I laughed it off, thanking my friend and telling myself that it wasn’t serious. But when I came home, I stared hard at my photo and realized: I do have my beautiful side.
That’s when I think I evolved into the Lady of the Woods. I gained confidence and right now, I think I can change into something more pretty.
It’s easy to be a girl. Be confident and think you are beautiful.
And like magic, you will be.
PS. Think I can be a model?