She’s that girl and she’s got something to say.

She’s that girl—

That girl who lives on both sides of the spectrum.

That girl who’s not a morning person yet loves the sunrise and breakfast dates.

That girl who could spend time doing nothing yet find it fulfilling.

That girl who’s in love with spontaneity and also one to Google the word because she sucks at spelling.

She’s that girl—

That girl who’s got a tough shell yet would easily cry over a book or a movie scene she feels connected with.

That girl with overwhelming emotions for things and people she cares about.

That girl who could not express her deepest feelings without shedding a tear.

That girl who’s being seen only as a girl because she cares too much.

That girl who rebels at the thought of her compassion being seen as a weakness.

She’s that girl—

That girl who has now resolved to herself that she won’t care how she’s being perceived.

That girl who is shy and feels discomfort on the idea of nakedness yet perceives nudity as an art.

That girl who despite her conservative upbringing longs to express her sensuality in her own way without fear.

That girl who loves to snuggle under a blanket also wonders what skinny dipping in the cold ocean would feel like.

That girl who loves hoodies and pajamas also slip into nighties or bikini when in the mood of being sexy.

She’s that girl—

That girl who loves to read and daydream when she’s engrossed.

That girl who loves the sunsets, adores the stars, worships the moon and can’t help to be poetic about it.

That girl who loves to be embraced by the sea and be conquered by the mountains.

She’s that girl—

That girl who understands that she’s also a woman;

A woman who does not intend to let go of the girl in her because she knows, she is as much a part of her.

She is her before she even realizes the woman she is.

That girl is the root of this woman’s passion and strength.

She’s that girl—

That girl who listens to songs because of the lyrics rather than the melody.

That girl who loves to sing her heart out.

That girl who’s not a Miley Cyrus fan but was listening to “The Climb” while writing this because the song makes sense.

She’s that girl—

That girl who writes as a way of expression because its cathartic. And this woman in her feels empowered whenever she does.

That girl who could talk for hours but could also go by silence for hours longer.

She’s that girl and more. That girl and this woman are one. Take them or none.