“There is a version of me who existed before expectations. Before roles. Before performance. Before I learned to measure myself.”
The Young Girl in Me
There is a version of me who existed before expectations.
Before roles. Before performance. Before I learned to measure myself.
She looked at the world with curiosity before caution.
She noticed small details.
She felt deeply, without calling it “too much.”
She dreamed without calculating outcomes.
She is not naive. She is honest.
The Young Girl in Me is not about going backwards.
It is about remembering forward.
As women, we are often taught that maturity requires composure — that softness must be refined, and wonder must make way for responsibility. But the young girl within us does not disappear.
She adapts. She quiets. She waits.
This space is a return to her — not to relive childhood, but to integrate it.
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