Some girls are made of empathy and smudged, dried ink.

some girls are stitched from red yarn and thick black thread.

some girls are filled with the taste of blood in your mouth and slick, jagged, icy walls.

some girls are built from the emptiness of heartache and longing.

some girls are made of foreign colors, scotch, and the clacking of a typewriter.

those are the girls that look into the fire and show no fear.

those are the girls that try to save the monsters instead of running from them in terror.

those are the girls who are not used to their hair being brushed gently from their ears, or being told by anyone but themselves that they're worthwhile.

those are the girls who believe they're only worth being loved as long as they earn their keep. They're only "permanent" for as long as they are useful.

those are the girls who flinch when you move too swiftly, too close to them. Those are the girls who shudder and shake when you get too loud and too personal.

remind them they are worthwhile. Remind them they are permanent. Remind them it's okay.

with some girls, you won't regret it.