They all got different versions, different shades, of who I am. And a lot of them still only remember and know those parts of me.
There are people in your life that care about you, and more importantly, that you care about.
Life is hard. Being a woman is hard.
Let’s face it: some of the people in this world you just don’t get along with. They ruffle your feathers, rub you the wrong way, or make you feel as lonely as an empty peanut butter jar (after you’ve eaten half of it with a tablespoon, while lying on the couch drenched in your self-pity and shame).
The reserved girl that was never quite sure of herself will always be there; I will always deeply appreciate her. But I am ready to challenge myself, to work hard, to travel, and to achieve.