loosing.

girls.

Teenage girls are taught to be mean

They are taught to have a voice that more than anything else sounds like a melody

They are thought to have a smile that shines like diamonds

A nose as small as a button

And a passion for passiveness

Teenage girls are mean

Teenage girls either are way too bad or too nice

Too skinny or too wide

Their hair is either too long or too short

And I'm either nearly tall or really small, my clothes won't ever be cool enough my eyes will never shine and my teeth won't ever be straight. My nose isn't small it's crooked and my hair is not great, my ass is not big and well, my boobs stopped growing in the eighth grade my face is a mess under the stress it is to be a girl.

Doing your makeup by yourself is like unraveling Mother Nature's force over your eyeshadow and the difficulty of eyeliner and contour and bronzer and that thing you put to make your skin look smooth and nice is comparable to the stress of peeing in the bathroom of an airplane. 

Messy and weird looking.

Teenage girls are taught to be the worst enemies of themselves, and their friends, it's a constant battle softly masked with mascara, it's a constant rush to touch the mouth of a boy first, the lust you feel for freedom as a girl is barred by the feeling of guilt when you feel like you did something out of the pattern.

Every time a teenage girl walks down the street she becomes a cheap living sculpture that men can't stop themselves from touching, from voicing out their incessant opinions about a body that is not of their concern. You learn as a girl that a whistle is a queue for your running to start, don't run too fast or he'll notice, don't walk too slow or he'll follow, don't trust anyone that offers you help except if it's a woman. Preferably with a kid.

They tell you the bad boys are out to get you and the good ones are never pretty enough, so what am I supposed to do when he asks me out? 

Go to a public place, tell your friends and smile if he pays the bill. Make yourself look pure but still sexy. Show that you have a brain but don't make him feel uncomfortable with your intelligence. Talk about safe subjects such as:

1. How you take care of your hair.

2. His workout routine.

Avoid subjects such as :

1.politics

2. world economics or anything else that requires a functional brain.

You don't want him to think you don't shave your legs, don't you? You don't want him to think you are too smart for him, don't you? You want him to love you, don't you? You don't really want him to love you for who you are? Don't you?

Teenage girls are taught to be remarkably mean with each other

It's inside our veins and the nature of how our brains were wired

The way we were taught to never look up and always look down on each other

To support your besties, unless they get the boy you like

To be happy with your body unless it is nothing less than perfect

To love yourself before nobody else except everybody else

To never raise your hand unless it is to talk about how fat you look

To be self-confident but don't intimidate the men

To stand for what you/every girl/what you're supposed to believe in

Don't run after him, they say, make him run after you

Give him a taste and then rip it away! When you think about it, it's pretty awful what they say

Make it like a game but don't let him get tired, don't forget that he's in for the chase!

Act like a torn apart prey, waiting for her knight, don't put up a fight when he forces himself onto and into you and breaks the most fragile pieces of your body, breaks every barrier of your intimacy, makes your soul bleed and your eyes fill up with tears that fathom into a holy halo of salty water around your head.

Girls are taught to torn apart when actually we need to come together as sisters, I need support from my sisters, where are my sisters when I've needed you. 

Girls need to come together instead of shattering into lonely stars, come together as the fucking brightest constellation, unsettle a nation, we were always good with foundation!

Join together and light up the sky, we are all fucking meteorites! Join together as grains of a sand and don't let the rough waves tear you down, learn how to watch the swell of the sea and be the best you can be for yourself, join a sorority as a support for when men make you out as shit and learn how to get up by yourself

Girl, the world is tough. Teenage girls are rough.

"But I love you, isn't that enough?"

And for the first time, I promise it's ok to say no.