When She Grows Up

In answer to their questions - she'd tell them that someday..when she grows up...she's going to be an artist. She'd tell them all about her dreams - of being a painter..a singer...a dancer.

Anything was possible. Anything she'd imagine or dare to believe might someday come true.

She believed herself beautiful. She knew she was smart. She loved her body and its exquisite perfection. She was filled to the brim - with joy..with energy...with life.

She was you.

She was me.

She was each and every one of us.

She was five years old...and no one had told her - not yet - that she couldn't be anything or anyone other than who she was today.

For she was awesome..and she still is.