When I was a little girl,
I wanted to be a princess,
then a vet,
then a president.
I know many girls who at my age
shared those dreams.
The ones I look at now and think
What was I thinking?
Those aren’t possible!
But for a little girl,
that’s ok.
I was so sure then.
I was positive I knew who I was
and who I wanted to be.
Now,
10 years later,
I’m unsure of myself.
Doubting the choices I make.
Thinking they will one day come back and haunt me.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.
But I’m sure I will find it.
I have to.
And once I do,
I will be as sure as I was
when I was three years old.