This is the me that I know. The comfortable me. The one who doesn’t wear eyeliner for fear of looking like Amy Winehouse, or like a pirate once the eye patch becomes a necessity. The I Don’t Need a Man and SATC, WTF? me. The give me power tools or give me death me.
Recently, I’ve taken on some new behaviors that are moving me away from this version of myself. I’m baking cookies and buying shoes. Wearing dresses and fixing my hair. Even looking at beautiful things like this:
(found at beautiful places like this)
So now, I’m unsure. Am I changing? Or pretending? Growing? Or running? Justified? Or overthinking?