Locked in a box

So if I’m not the “kind of girl” who wears dresses, then what “kind of girl” am I? I wasn’t aware that I was a specific kind of girl, and didn’t want to be. I wanted to wear flowy dresses on some days, and then running shorts with an old sweatshirt on other days. Did I really have to choose? I was confused. I was painting a picture of who a girl should be, but didn’t know anything about art. I felt like all the words I needed were locked in a box, the key just out of reach.

But then I realized I do have the key, even if sometimes I was just too scared to use it.

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