May 4th
Okay, I don’t even know how to process what’s happening to me. It’s been two more weeks, and I am STILL growing like crazy.
I measured myself again this morning, and guess what? I’m 4’6 now. FOUR. SIX. That means I’ve grown four inches in just two weeks. If I do the math, that means in the last month and a half, I’ve grown ten whole inches.
Ten inches. That’s almost a foot.
I feel like a completely different person. My arms are longer, my legs feel stretched, and even my hands and feet seem bigger. When I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My face is losing that round, little-kid look, and my body? It’s changing so fast, I can hardly keep up. My chest keeps growing, and I had to get another set of bras already. My hips are starting to curve, my waist looks slimmer, and even my voice sounds a little different—like less squeaky and more… I don’t know, mature?
And then there’s the part that really blows my mind.
For the first time in my entire life… I’m as tall as Hillary.
I thought I was imagining it at first. But this morning, we stood back-to-back, and we were exactly the same height.
Her face was priceless. At first, she just blinked at me, like her brain couldn’t even process it. Then she stepped away and literally yelled, “WHAT?!”
I laughed so hard.
I mean, how could I not? She’s been taller than me our whole lives, and now, just like that, I caught up. She kept looking at me, then at herself, then at me again, like I had just grown right in front of her eyes.
And you know what? She is NOT happy about it.
Hillary has been teasing me for years about being the “tiny big sister.” She loved being taller, the “big little sister,” the one who always looked more grown-up. But now? Now, she’s struggling.
She’s trying to act like it doesn’t bother her, but I can tell she’s jealous. I’ve caught her measuring herself in the mirror when she thinks no one is looking. I even heard her ask Mom if she’s still growing. (Mom said she might grow a little more, but I could tell from Hillary’s face that wasn’t the answer she wanted.)
She hates that I’m growing so fast, and honestly? I don’t blame her. It must be weird going from being the taller sister to suddenly not knowing if I’ll pass her.
Oh yeah. Did I mention that?
Because I’m still growing.
It hasn’t stopped. I wake up every morning feeling sore, like my bones are literally stretching while I sleep. My legs ache, my back feels weird, and my clothes? They don’t fit for more than a few weeks. Mom already took me shopping twice, and now my newest pants are feeling too short again.
At this point, I don’t even know where this growth spurt is going to end. Will I stop soon? Or am I just going to keep shooting up until I’m way taller than Hillary? Maybe even taller than Mom?
The idea makes me giddy.
For so long, I was stuck. Now, it’s like I’ve hit fast-forward.
And honestly? I’m loving every second of it.
Hillary, on the other hand? Not so much.
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