When I was five…

…I tried to iron my cat. Yes. Iron. Why? Because he was wet. And tiny me thought I was doing a noble deed by “drying” him. Don’t worry — no cats were harmed, except maybe emotionally traumatized. Mom screamed, the cat hissed, and I stood proudly like a mini superhero who’d saved the day.

My first “gourmet” experience

At six, I made a salad for my mom. It had: grated soap, stolen strawberries, and her favorite red lipstick, sliced like tomato. I mixed it all in a porcelain bowl and presented it with a flower on top. She looked at me, then at the bowl, then back at me… and burst out laughing. She still reminds me of that “Michelin-star breakfast.”

The poetic, dramatic phase

When I turned fourteen, the world didn’t understand me. I wore black, wrote tragic poems in a notebook that said “The darkness inside” (cringe), and had a wall full of magazine cutouts with quotes like:
“I am but dust beneath destiny’s shoes.”
(I swear I thought I was the next Sylvia Plath.)

I used to sigh dramatically in the mirror and whisper things like: “No one understands my pain.”
Now? I reread those poems and laugh so hard I cry. But you know what? That was real for me then. And that makes it valid.

First “grown-up” things

My first crush.
My first falling out with a friend.
My first concert (snuck out, sorry mom).
And once, I “ran away” from home for two hours to “start a new life” — in the park, with a croissant and a bottle of water. It felt monumental at the time.

Looking back, I was chaos on legs. But it was beautiful. Because it was real.

Now I’m here.

Not perfect. Not even close.
Sometimes I cry for no reason. Sometimes I overthink so much my brain starts buffering.
But I have my favorite mug.
I have a best friend who sends me dumb memes and voice notes at 2AM.
I have music that plays like magic when I open my window.
I have sunrises that kiss me awake, and tea that tastes like peace.

And above all — I have me. Raw, imperfect, evolving.
And that is enough.

Sometimes, you just need to stop and say to yourself:
“I’m okay. I’m doing good. I’m here — and that’s already a miracle.”

I love my messy, awkward, tender past.
I love the little girl who tried to iron her cat.
I love the teen who thought eyeliner could hide sadness.
I love the woman I’m becoming.

And today? I’m smiling. And that’s all I need.

Love you lots. Be kind to yourselves. Hug your inner child.
We’ve come so far.

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