Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. She didn't know if it happened gradually or overnight. If it was the product of the music she listened to or the people she surrounded herself with. But as she sat there thinking through all of her choices and empty bottles she remembered the younger, naive, girl she used to look at in the mirror. She craved the innocence she once knew. The innocence she shattered attempting to somehow prove she was ready for the world. The innocence she should have lost when she was ready, not when she was drunk with a stranger who didn't know her name. She wasn't happy, although if you met her you wouldn't be able to tell. She wanted to change. She wanted to love herself. She wanted a new story.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered it was okay to start over.
This reminds me of a George Eliot quote: "It's never too late to be what you might have been." That idea has always comforted me for some reason.
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