Bang, bang

Here we have a young woman; she insists on hiding behind her bangs and cat-glasses, as if to say, "Go away! I am not through pupating."

Here we have the same girl, now young woman.  Free of her past, she has thrown her glasses away, and emerged confident, the captain of her own ship.  Notice the glow of her hair!

She is done with the pupating!  She is woman!