I am a Girl.
First and foremost, I am a Girl biologically. I have double-X chromosomes, I have more estrogen than testosterone flowing through me, I can't pee standing up, and I have this lovely friend I like to call 'Red' that shows up once a month or so. I have breasts that are uneven and probably always will be no matter what oils or creams I decide to use. I am not as strong as my male counterparts, and I am not as tall, and though I might bemoan that on occasion, I console myself with thoughts of the future generations I will someday (literally) give birth to.
Secondly, and though this may be due to some of that biology, I am a Girl emotionally. I cry. A lot. At movies, books, commercials, children playing in the park, puppies being taken for a walk, broken dishes, burnt food, misspelled words, clothes that don't fit right...I cry. And I'm sensitive. If you yell at me (whether it's about me or just in my direction), I take it personally. If you're hurting, I'm hurting. If you're happy, I'm (usually) happy, too...unless I'm jealous. Which I am, a lot. Jealous of your lifestyle, jealous of your children, jealous of your apparent ease with which you glide through life. I scream, I rant, I rave, at all the things I love and hate (and all the things I can't decide which I feel). I have super highs and abysmal lows. I feel things, and I feel them deeply.
Third, I am a Girl spiritually. I have a distinctly childish (a distinctly girlish) way of seeing the world. I believe in fairy tales. I don't understand why God gave me naturally blonde hair when I clearly look better as a red-head. I am impulsive and selfish and scatter-brained in ways I can't even begin to count, most of them to my detriment. I learn, but at a slow pace. I wait for the world to come to me rather than going after it. I dream big...and I am afraid of those dreams. But I'm dancing and singing non-stop along the way to distract myself.
Who am I?
I am a Girl.
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