Woman.

I've grown more mature than I've ever thought I would. I've grown into a woman, no longer a girl. A woman is educated beyond what a school teaches her, she is smart beyond the books, and grown enough to accept her flaws or mistakes with a pat on the back. A woman follows her intuition, but knows where her mind is. She's strong, not because she was taught to be, but because she has had to be. She's gorgeous in a room full of models and beauty queens, because she said so.

A woman faces heartache like no other, but she's here. She's cried sleepless nights, watching over her shoulder to assure she will not be hurt once again, she was kind enough to forgive her abusers. She was kind enough to figure those whom have destroyed her character, yet she built a better one. She grew, she suffered, she stood up because they said she couldn't. She's learned that being quiet, bring silent does not get her what she wants. So she yells at the top of her lungs, breathing fire at those who doubt her dreams. Her dreams are her reality.

A woman. Strong and independent, get vulnerable and gentle. She breaks because she's tired, she heals because she has everything to lose. Herself included.

Boys holler at her. She wants no boy now. She wants a man. A man that will not be hurt by her mind, who will only further her soul, who will not use her kindness to determine her weakness. A man strong and wise enough to not feel intimidated by her. Strong enough to always allow her to be herself even if that means his masculinity is in jeopardy. A man. Not a boy.

A woman knows what she wants, and how exactly she's going to get it. She worships herself; mind, body, and spirit. Allowing herself to be her only priority on a list that was once filled with others. She caters to no one except herself, taking the time to know her body for what it is. How it works. How she can work it. She's a woman now.

A woman.