as i grow

less noise, more heart.

image from pinterest <3

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seeing myself aging

is the strangest kind of beautiful.

i remember being fifteen—

how my world spun wildly

around the prettiest shirt,

the cutest skirt,

the newest shoes i couldn’t afford.

if i wasn’t allowed to go out

for ice cream or a movie,

it felt like the sky collapsed.

i wanted everything,

and i wanted it now.

and sometimes,

my tantrums worked.

i think about the store runs

with my parents—

how i’d beg for megazines

just for the posters,

while they counted coins

for the things we actually needed.

when they said no,

i felt the end of the world.

and now—

im twenty-six.

still throwing tantrums here and there,

but learning.

slowly.

i’m not that girl anymore,

the one who believed

only beautiful clothes

could make her feel pretty.

now i wear softness,

i wear silence,

i wear growth.

and somehow—

i look more like myself

than ever before.

— mg

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image from pinterest <3

thanks for being here while i figure it all out. slowly, gently, truly.