I feel as thought I spent my life being far ahead of myself. I must have known where I was growing and just felt like I should be there already. I'd been told before that I had been wise beyond my years. It wasn't the typical, 5 years old going on 30, but I had insight and intuition up my sleeve that most did not. I had common sense that came from elsewhere.
And now I feel as though I've had to grow into myself. My body and presence needed to learn how to fit into my soul. I'm still working on that. There's still the lack of confidence and the shy exposure that I had when I was 10... but I feel as though I might be getting better.

There's no boundaries that are too great. Nothing that I can't step over.
I've seen more than most. I hear more than most. I catch on to things far quicker than most.

This isn't to puff myself up, but to affirm to myself that I've grown up more than it seems at times. Not just a little girl with toes hitting the arch of her mother's heels, shuffling across the floor cos the shoes just don't fit right. I wear my own heels, and walk with my own steps and care. I'm not just a little girl anymore with the beaded pearls reaching to my naval. They sit upon my breasts, marking the territory of a young woman.
I'm making my own strides.