Becoming a women has its ups and downs. You become more self aware and know what you do and don’t want in life. You find more direction and solice in knowing that there are things worth worrying about and all else is water under the bridge.
But eating that pizza at 3am? Prob not the greatest idea. Cheese or bread for the matter go straight to your “problem areas” and yes now you have “problem areas,” when everything used to be all good. You could eat that pizza, ice cream, burgers and cupcakes and not gain half a pound. But now, you have to actually work out to maintain a figure.
And now you have a figure. Call me a late bloomer, but it wasn’t until I turned 25 that I started getting one. My mom’s booty caught up to me and all of a sudden my donk was VERY noticable and my dad’s side of the family’s big boob situation struck me by surprise and now all the small boob things I used to get away with I can’t as much. (Not that my boobs are mega huge but compared to my size. Lets just say I had a hard time keeping the girls in in this romper)
And there you have it, with a new birthday approaching me I realized I am in fact a women. Although I think I really realized it the day my nephews called me a grown up. OMG I’m a grown up lol