i’m a girl… but apparently also a woman…

You may remember that a few weeks ago, I had a pivotal moment where I realized that I’m in my late-20s. It was as if, all of a sudden, things came crashing in on me and I realized that 30 is just around the bend. And that “Thirty Before 30” list on the Life List? Yeah. Time’s running out.

While I am well aware of the fact that I’m getting older, that the edges of my eyes are beginning to show the fine wrinkles of my lifetime of laughter, and that my face is sprouting annoying tiny hairs that require removal, I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I felt like a “woman” instead of just a “girl.” I can tell you, however, that I realized my own “womanhood” over a series of moments throughout this year.

It’s kind of weird to realize you’re not just another “girl” and that you actually qualify as a full-grown woman. The other morning, I was standing in the shower thinking to myself, “I’m not a girl. I’m a legit woman now. I’m a lay-DEEE.” I don’t know where it came from, but in that moment while washing the conditioner out of my hair, I knew I wasn’t just a girl anymore.

Frankly, my year of freedom and newfound appreciation for casual sex also made me feel like an actual woman. You might feel like this is too much information, but I think I speak for all women when I say that attention from someone you’re attracted to (or, at the very least, is attracted to you) makes you feel pretty freaking awesome. Sexy, even. Being desired is a good feeling.

Or the moment I paid off an $800 credit card balance last month that I’ve been carrying for a few years. I felt like a “real adult” fixing mistakes I had made as a stupid “young adult.” I was a woman making up for my girlish financial irresponsibility.

Regardless of exactly when it happened, I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that it happened sometime this year. I’m a real-life grown-up. An adult. An independent WOMAN. And may I say, hear me roar.

*This post was written in response to WordPress’s The Daily Post: All Grown Up.

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