Growing up. Something that is described being a gift and a beautiful experience, but sometimes. Sometimes I just want to go back in time, to the times when I didn't have to care about things, like what I wore, how my hair was styled, how I looked, my body, what I was eating or fitting in. the times when my life was filled with joy, the times when my family was whole, the times when I could be myself and not care about everyone's opinion. I dont get how I was so excited to grow up, to start at school and be a teenager. If I really knew how it was I would never want that.
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