I remember the day I got boobs. Yes, it was a specific day, as if they grew overnight. The morning of our senior class picture, I’d begrudgingly woken up for school. Just a month before, I’d turned 16, gotten accepted to college, and gotten my period. Can you imagine the emotions? So this day, yet another event in the finality of my ending childhood, was not a happy one. I don’t like endings, and as much as I’d wished to finalize my time as “the late bloomer,” I couldn’t help but think it was all moving too fast. I thought right.
As I slipped on the grey sweater I’d purchased just weeks ago for the shoot, it immediately felt too tight, but in all the right places. As I looked in the mirror, with my hair placed just so and these new signs of womanhood strategically placed on my chest, I knew this was it. It was time to say goodbye to the girl I once knew and get to know the woman I saw within me that day. There always comes a time when we have to let go of dealing with childish things, and gracefully walking into adulthood. As the tears dropped from my eyes, I succumbed to my time.
We sat in our assigned places in the auditorium. The pictures were taken and our day was done. The weeks after were a whirlwind: graduation, parties, moving to college dorms, and even high school friends lost. But what I concluded then was that this was all a new era in my life. A new person was emerging from all of this change and she was turning out to be pretty great. She was someone I’d love to be friends with, and grown from that girl I saw in the mirror mere months earlier.
You may have a day where you realize just how far you’ve come, or as it happened to me, you just might wake up to a chest full of boob and lots of emotion. Just know that it’s all part of life as a woman, life full of promising change. Enjoy the moments and celebrate your recent endings and new beginnings.