Here we are in another month. Another month into my gap year. I have started this new month with a new hunger for poetry, a new fire inside of me to tell stories and more stories. I began each response to the question "why medicine?" with "Because I am a storyteller." Not the expected response. But my passion to tell people's stories, share them where they need to be heard, can be done by being their care provider first, being one of their closest friends and mentors. Sometimes people a mentor for youth in my community reminds me of how exciting-and scary- it will be to be someone's mentor. I sit with girls who I believe are growing into outstanding women. And I am reminded of how hard it is to grow into a woman. When do we become aware of our womanhood? When do we start being expected to act like a woman ? I don't know when exactly I began to think of myself as a "woman" and not a "girl," but I remember feeli...