What is the line between girlhood and womanhood? Where is that moment when a girl officially becomes a grown woman? After a couple of years of trying to nail down the answer to this universal question, I have done it. It isn't falling in love, or parting your hair on the side, or getting your first designer bag. It's not your sweet 16, or your driver's lisence, or your 18 birthday. It isn't even graduation, or your first day in college.
You are officially a grown woman the day you find yourself running through Wegman's all by yourself, in heels.
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Don't forget the time where waitresses stop asking if you want a kids menu whenever you go to Friendly's. That's like...girlhood to what? Teenage-hood?
Hahahaha. No Hannah, that still happens to me. My fondest memory is the waitress at Olive Garden, on the day of my high school graduation. asked if I was graduating eighth grade and moving up to ninth.
Waitresses are a horrific measure of maturity.
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