In this month’s editor’s letter, I discuss something very, very personal to me: how I started to realize that my childhood was over.
It would be very difficult to pinpoint the moment at which I truly felt as if I’d become a woman. Three years, after all, feels like a short amount of time between feeling like a child and feeling like an adult. It wasn’t the moment I walked into grad school, or the moment I crossed the stage at graduation; it wasn’t when I moved in with a significant other for the first time, or when we moved out after breaking up.
But there’s one way I’ve noticed my slow and steady transition over the course of years — not just the past three years, but starting from the time I was only in middle school.
Feliza Casano 