When I was a teenager, I was told that when I grew up, I'd be a beautiful woman. Always with a disclaimer like, "not that you're not pretty now, but you'll be beautiful when you grow up."
It's hard to know how to take a comment like that when you're 15, but I get what they meant, I think. I was in an awkward stage, but I was going to grow out of it. I was going to look like I belonged in my own skin soon.
Knowing I'm going to grow out of an uncomfortable circumstance that I just can't seem to fight my way out of, into something that fits well and feels great (like a perfect pair of jeans) can be comforting.
What I didn't know (and still often forget) is that the awkward stage thing is something I have and will continue to go through over and over so long as I don't stop changing (trying new things, learning, asking questions).
It comes after a job change, a life change, a hair cut (ahem, my last one), a new role or project.
But I (will) grow into it. After a while, it starts to fit and feel pretty much near perfect.