After drying my hands, I shot a quick glance at myself in the mirror.
And then I did a double-take.
For the first time in my entire life I looked like a grown-up.
Not in the mortgage-and-kids way.
But in that Hey-you-made-it-through-puberty way!
I remember when I was ten and eleven, the girls who were twenty seemed so grown-up and sophisticated and’ together’.
As I trickled over the twenty age barrier and into my twenty-first, and then twenty-second, year I still seemed exactly the same as I was when I was fifteen.
But when I looked at myself yesterday, gone were the gangly limbs and the crazy hair.
I had an actual hairstyle, the type you see on someone who has a good grasp of their hair and it was a my-hair-has-some-character colour.
My face had a sleeker look to it and my figure had an actual shape…and boobs!
I’ve never had boobs!
OMG has puberty FINALLY set in!????
Even my clothes at that moment looked ‘right’ …you know in that way where you know someone truly knows their own style and have spent a long time building up key pieces and tuning their ‘look’?
I know this is a lot to see in the space of two seconds, but it was like I was seeing myself for the first time.
I was that seemingly-confident grown-up(ish) girl.
When did that happen!?
I stood for a few more seconds marvelling at my new-found adultdom.
And then I realised I had a chocolate blotch on my face.