The truth was I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love you's & kiwi fruits & warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a thousand expressions, & the warmth of a baby's kick beneath my hand. I deserved to grow, & to change, to become all the girls I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last.
