What happened to the child I once was? The girl who led the pack, ponytails dangling in the wind, cast on my right wrist, held high for all to see? What happened to her spark, her spunk, her never-look-back attitude? Where did her zest for truth and nature, her spark for the unknown, her undying, unconditional love for all go?
What happened to the young woman I once was? Full of life and energy, ready to take on the next challenge, running to meet each day with close to no sleep each night? What happened to her? What happened to her willingness to let others in, her constant drive to learn about humanity, and her spontaneous nature? Where did her contagious laugh go?
What’s happening to the woman I have become? Why do I sit and wait, toss and turn, yearn for my life to start beginning? When did I become this self-loathing, apathetic outline of what I used to be? And why did I never long to love myself before?