Girl V Woman Instant

The war was quiet, fought in the bathroom mirror each morning. The woman’s face stared back: fine lines at the corners of her eyes, a jaw set with practiced calm. But the girl lurked behind the reflection, bottom lip trembling, asking, Who said you get to be in charge?

Not a girl. Not a woman.

But at twenty-five, the girl inside her began to whisper. The woman had a 401(k) and a boyfriend who remembered her birthday but not the name of her favorite book. The girl wanted to lie in the grass and watch clouds shape-shift into dragons. The woman scheduled a promotion meeting. The girl wanted to call her mother just to hear her say, “Baby, you’ll figure it out.” The woman was supposed to have already figured it out. girl v woman

The girl wanted wonder. The woman wanted a safe place to land. Both were valid. Both were her . The war was quiet, fought in the bathroom