The little girl who plays with her Barbie dolls on the hardwood floor in the playroom.
The little girl twirling around in her favorite blue and green dress as her parents take forever to get ready for another office party.
The girl arguing with her mother for the thousandth time over why she does not want to wear her hair up or put any of the pretty little clips in.
The girl getting lectured over not being girly enough, and caring too much about her friends.
The girl who is more excited to help her dad build a fence for the puppies in the back, then she ever was to help her mom make dinner in the kitchen.
The girl who doesn’t have any friends at school, the one who awkwardly hides in her math teacher’s classroom.
The girl practicing her violin as much as she could in the one hour she had in music class.
The girl learning for the first time what it means to have a real friend, someone to talk to, someone to lean on, someone to laugh with.
The girl trying to figure out what she wants to study in college.
The young girl arguing with her mom for the billionth time over why she couldn’t follow her dreams and become a professional writer or photographer.
The young girl trying to learn what it was like to be in a relationship for the first time, and what it is like for a young man to treat her right.
The young girl moving onto to college and saying ‘goodbye’ to her acquaintances, learning to time manage, and struggling through the first semester.
The young girl who feels more broken than whole after a harsh breakup.
The young girl who can’t stop talking about her boyfriend, while wearing his jacket that hangs on her like a dress.
The young girl who studies in the library for hours each day.
The young girl who is trying to figure out where her passions will get her in the future.
None of these girls seem to exist in the same time frame but…in reality, they all do.