I’m no longer a girl…

 

I’m no longer a girl who cried over boys, but the woman who climbs mountains so high.

 

 

I’m no longer a girl who ran from one guy to another because of a broken heart, but the woman who jumps from one bus to another because of beautiful cities.

 

I’m no longer a girl who was in a hurry to tie the knot, but the woman who enjoys her freedom.

 

I’m no longer a girl who depended her happiness on others, but the woman who savors her time being alone.

 

I’m no longer a girl who aimed to have a milky white skin, but the woman who enjoys the sun, the sand and the sea.

 

I’m no longer a girl who was insecure about her face and body, but the woman who is confidently beautiful.

 

I’m no longer a girl who was concerned about making good impressions, but the woman who doesn’t care about people’s opinion on her.

 

I’m no longer a girl who tried so hard to prove herself to the world, but the woman who challenges herself for self improvement.

 

I’m no longer a girl who was scared to go outside her comfort zone, but the woman who survived in Morocco and who could make it in any parts of the world.

 

I’m no longer a girl, but a woman now.