I cannot recall the moment I became a woman.
Nor the day.
Or the year.
It wasn’t the day I put on my first pad, walked in high heels, or lost my virginity.
It wasn’t magical, but it was life altering.
Maybe it was the day the news got sadder instead of boring.
Maybe it was the day I fixed my own broken heart.
Maybe it was the day I realized family was a lot more than blood.
Maybe it was the day I stopped allowing people to define me.
I became a woman,
During the years learning to love the girl inside of me.