She lived with the joy in her face as she danced along to the music, knowing that these are the best days of her life. She was the little daughter. She was told by many to please others, she was told to be perfect in this world of imperfection, told to be kind in this world of brutality, to be beautiful in this ugly universe. 

She tried it all, pleased others but forgot to please herself, puts on a mask of beauty to hide her pain away, was perfect for the world but the world crushed her down. She was too kind for this world. She carried the burden on herself to make others happy by forgetting her happiness, She was weak, broken and crippled, yet managed to keep up. 

She was draped in the gown of his desire at last, adorned with the pieces of his being, On her body were the marks of his sweet love, he made her feel precious, made her look at the moon and stars promising to never let her down ever. Little did she know she was little red riding hood and that he was nothing but the bad wolf. Crushed again.

She's lost. Lost amidst her own hallucinations, fantasies, lost amidst her own broken barriers, her own surreal realities, vague visions, naive promises. She reads fiction only because it is better than the harsh reality and in this very moment of defeat, she unleashes, discovers her true self. 

She sets herself free from these hallucinations. She finally remembers who she is, she learns that it is herself that she should love and no other. For one brief moment, all the insecurities, the broken bonds, the shattered hearts, she wants to redress herself and adorn herself in dignity. She resolves to be for herself, what she was for others. 

The girl in the end, learns to be no one, but herself. The girl was finally out of her cocoon, budding to be a new free butterfly. She's unstoppable, she's invincible, she's confident putting others away with her smile. She's loving but she knows whom to love first and that is herself. She cares for the world but not by forgetting herself. She now is aware that she is an agent of change, a messenger of love and a vessel of hope. Remembers that perfection doesn't exist, but she does. She vows to heal herself. She ultimatel becomes a WOMAN.