“If I could be someone else for a day, I’d sit with her on her bedroom floor.”

If I could be someone else for a day, (i wouldn’t be someone else but also.. i would be on a different side of the view)

I would be me at fifteen.

Not because life was easier.

Not because I want to go back.

But because she was untouched in a way I can’t fully explain.

She felt everything like it mattered.

Every song was a soundtrack.

Every crush was epic.

Every dream felt possible — not logical, not planned — just possible.

She would stand in front of the mirror and imagine a future where she was confident, loved, admired. She didn’t know how the world worked yet. She didn’t know about comparison. About pressure. About shrinking yourself to be easier to handle.

She was loud.

She was dramatic.

She was a little “too much.”

But she was free.

Somewhere along the way, I learned to edit myself.

To be calmer. More polished. Less emotional.

To double-check my words.

To question my body.

To compare today’s reflection to yesterday’s version.

Et parfois… ça me brise un peu le cœur.

Because she never looked at herself and thought she wasn’t enough.

She didn’t measure her worth in productivity.

She didn’t try to be beautiful — she just existed.

If I could be someone else for a day, I’d sit with her on her bedroom floor. I’d watch her dream out loud. I’d tell her she was never crazy — just passionate. Never dramatic — just alive.

And maybe I wouldn’t even change anything.

Maybe I’d just borrow her certainty.

Because the truth is, I don’t want to go back to being fifteen.

I just want to feel that unfiltered belief again.

That fearless softness.

That unapologetic intensity.

Not becoming someone new —

but getting back in touch with the weird 15-year-old girl inside you who knew exactly who she was before the world tried to convince her otherwise.

Maybe growing up isn’t about becoming someone new.

Maybe it’s about finding your way back

to the girl who already knew who she was

before the world told her to tone it down.

And maybe…

she’s still in here.