As you grow older, you realize that you have spent much of your life being “grown.” I’ll speak for myself—I grew up having to be mature beyond my years.
I was always mindful of how I spoke, careful to conceal certain feelings, and acted in specific ways to convey particular messages. I can’t even remember the last time I felt free to just be a child—silly, carefree, and sweet. Everything was calculated to achieve certain results. Even when I couldn’t control the outcomes, I felt compelled to try.
But now, as I age, I find myself yearning to embrace my girly side.
I want to be a girl in love, enjoying love. A girl with wealth, savoring it without the constant worry of it running out or needing to preserve it. It’s not that I want to be irresponsible, but I crave the freedom to be less responsible for others—their actions, their expectations, or the future.
I just want to relax and be a girl.
Soft, sweet, and innocently living life as if it were made of roses and petals. I want to interact with people with genuine sweetness and have them treat me with the same tenderness. I don’t want to shield my heart from being hurt or played, because I want to be surrounded by people who treat me with sincerity and as the princess I am.
Maybe I’ve worked hard enough to deserve such a life. Maybe it’s just a fleeting dream. Either way, I’m going to consciously allow the girl in me to live.
Of course, I’m not as naïve as a little girl—I’m a woman, embracing her girly side. Sweet inside and out, for myself and to myself.
