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Do you want to know when I finally became a woman?

When I started owning my dreams and defending what I loved, regardless of what was popular, what was normal, what was expected at my age and what others wanted for me.

I finally became a woman when I accepted my past and stopped letting people try to rewrite history. Knowing who I was and not letting myself be portrayed for who I was not.

I finally became a woman when I knew everything that made me up – was enough. It was special and it was deserving of love. If I couldn’t find love – I would always be enough – because I am firm in my convictions and unwavering in who I want to be.