Used to be

me vs. me

Sometimes I look into the mirror and cannot recognize myself. My face has changed. I look the same but seem to look a little more maturer. The innocent look that I once possessed has been replaced with sexiness. My lips a little bit more plump. My eyes have a different kind of twinkle in them. My body has changed. My breasts are fuller. Thick thighs and an ass to match that causes me to jump whenever I put on jeans. The switch in my hips as I walk through the streets that once used to make me want to hide in the shadows.

I don’t recognize who I am anymore. I remember a girl who used to be a little shy and timid and refused to want to stand out. Who craved the background and was ok with being overlooked. But time has passed, and I slowly lost that girl who didn’t know what her purpose was in this world.

Now as I stand here in the mirror admiring who I have came to be. The woman in front of me kinda scares me. Scares me in a good way of course. Scares me with her boldness and confidence. Her ability to speak what she feels and enjoy the audience of people cheering her on. A woman that owns the attention and uses to drive her.

The transition from your early twenties to your late twenties comes at you like a whirlwind. One day you’re a girl lost in the problems of the world, the next you’re a woman taking the worlds by its horns and making it yours.

I wonder to myself who would I be if I discovered earlier the fire beneath my feet. If I would have learned to be bolder before. If I would have seen myself as the woman that I am today then. All of these what ifs flow through my mind whenever I reflect on myself, and I’ve realized that everything happens in time and when we least expect it. Sometimes it’ll happen on a random Tuesday. It’s all about how you decide to move forward and how you decide to pour into the person you are today rather than dwelling on the person you were before.