This is a hybrid of something I read once (which I have not been able to find again) and my own writing.
I am a daughter.
A grand-daughter.
A neice.
A cousin.
A friend.
I am a partner, a student, a young girl and a grown woman.
I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving, and caring, and thoughtful, and hopeful.
I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly, and careful, and careless. I am broken and whole. I am misunderstood, misguided, and misled. I am hard working and determined, but a little scared on the inside.
I wish on stars and dream my dreams. I pray to the universe and cry my tears. I smile on the outside while I’m dying on the inside.
I listen to others who won’t listen to me. I walk on eggshells and I walk on fire. I believe in passion, but not true love.
I am shooting up the corporate ladder toward a glass ceiling.
I am everything and nothing all at once.
I am a woman.
