I only started recognizing myself as a woman in my late 20s. I was very much OK with being just a girl.
In my early 20s, I felt the need to be perfect. Always. I wanted to be pretty enough for attention, but not too pretty because pretty girls were called bad names. I wanted to be free enough to have fun with everyone, but not too free to well. . .be one of those bad names. I wanted to be everything to everyone all the time
It was draining.
It took me almost half of a decade to know that I am a pretty woman whether married or not.