This growing up business feels like a game, but with serious consequences. Every two weeks, money is deposited in my account; every week, I buy groceries; every day, I pull up sheer black tights, loop a metallic rose gold belt through a skirt, and fasten a piece of jewelry on.

When I look in the mirror, it’s a little girl playing dress up. Small and scared, but she puts up a front, because, you know, she’s grown up now.