She is.

I have been many girls. with many lovers but the woman I am finally sagging into is by far the main character she is stretched and Box bleached she has bags that desire concealer under her still aqua blue eyes. her arms are soft but still stronger than most men's her back aches and her joints creak not yet 30. but close. this woman is the mother kangaroo with a tummy pouch waiting for its next Joey as her baby now bounces around her. she has been a Dancer a drinker a athlete and a slob. she has been hurt and loved, desired and humiliated. this girl has eaten scorpions and cream donuts with smiles wider than the size 26 pants she once fit now as woman her eyes have natural wings at the edges formed in the creases of her skin. her decent chest upon removing her bra flops down to check out her crooked toes but her soul has the fire of a million army's and her love goes deeper than the loneliest parts of the ocean. she has become a mother, wife and adult who longs to live her entire natural life and to feel every ounce of emotion that will hit her. Then accept decline with grace strength and joy. I have been many girls and I will be many more women.