The little girl in me

Today I could not help but miss being a little girl. In many ways, I feel like the kid in me is trapped, and almost made to stay behind bars of some sort. The me, that wants to make funny faces, twirl around and around, the little girl, who looks for shapes in the clouds. The girl that wants to giggle for no reason, smile for no reason. Love without the fear of getting hurt, run around all day without a care in the world, eat and not care about gaining weight. 

I just want to be a kid again sometimes. No fear, no real hurts. Just me, my sisters and the world of endless opportunities, undiscovered princes, ball gowns and princess movies. 

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