womanhood.

womanhood crept up on me subtly. it wasn’t loud or forceful. it just…was. I can’t remember the exact day I started to actually feel like a woman, I guess it just happened gradually. the more I looked in the mirror the more I just felt grown. and not the type of grown that is loud and defensive - “I AM GROWN, I pay my own bills.” but the type of grown that is warm, graceful, sensual, confident. a milk and honey, sade type of grown. maybe womanhood is mental permission, but something about me just feels different. I’m home.