Grown Woman

  

When I was a little girl, I would think like a little girl. Act like a little girl. Do the things a little girl would do. 

But, I’m not a little girl anymore. 

I’m a grown woman. 

And a grown woman is honest. A grown woman is secure. A grown woman is able to have calm and rational conversations with her man about sensitive subjects without it ending in a fight. A grown woman is willing and able to let their man take the lead and gladly follow, trusting that he’s making decisions that benefit the both of them. 

A grown woman can see your cell phone sitting on the counter and not be the least bit tempted to go through it. A grown woman can handle her man looking at other women, liking their pictures on Instagram and can even appreciate the beauty of the female form along with him. 

A grown woman doesn’t call her man repeatedly to see where he is or when he’s  coming home. A grown woman doesn’t mind him going out of town without her, or leaving town to let him have a weekend to himself. A grown woman doesn’t question where you’ve been, who you’ve been with, or what you’ve been doing. 

A grown woman trusts that everything she is bringing to the table is more than enough to keep him happy and satisfied. And, if/when a grown woman gets cheated on, she doesn’t internalize the betrayal as a failure on her part. A grown woman understands that sometimes we give love to people that are unworthy and she simply moves on to someone more worthy of what she has to offer. 

A grown woman can be your wife, your mistress and your side chick. A grown woman realizes that marrying you is not the end, but the beginning and a grown woman is willing and able to put in the work it takes to keep you. 

A grown woman takes the time to look good for you when you come home from work. She’s able to work full-time, take care of the kids, cook, clean, and still find the time to satisfy your every want and desire. 

When I was a little girl, I would think like a little girl. Act like a little girl. Do the things a little girl would do. 

But, I’m not a little girl anymore. 

I’m a grown woman. 

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