These are the girls we used to look up to. And now we are them.
With the long flowing hair.
The sense of style and grace that no one could place where it came from.
The girls who had so much confidence that it bled through every interaction with them.
And even some of that confidence went home with you.
These are the girls I wanted to model myself after.
And now I am one of them.
The question is not how did I get here, but how long will I be here to enjoy this?
The question is not where those girls went, but who they became.
The question is not whether I should still look up to them, but rather… who is looking up to me now saying “that’s the girl I want to be like?”