I still shy away from calling myself a woman; partly because it’s an embarrassment to womanhood and partly because I’m still struggling to come to terms with the phenomenon that is womanhood.
I’ve known so many girls - girls I loved, some that I hated and a few I never noticed. And as I fish out a handful of memories from the past, I find them giggling with abandon, running wildly against the wind, screaming at the top of their voices and desperately pretending to be important.
And yet somehow mysteriously, subtly and yet suddenly, the giggling has transformed into an assuring smile, the run has given way to a gait, the screams have turned into silent discontentment and the pretensions have become overwhelming real. The deeper you scratch the surface, the more you realize they’re all pretty much the same – unconstrained, naive, compassionate, protective and petrified.
And the girls you loved, hated or never noticed have become women you always looked up to.