She has coffee stains on her white shirts,
But she has no regrets.

She has stretch marks, and acne, and she has cuts and bruises,
But her smile is wide, and her heart is bursting.

She gets wolf whistles and cat calls,
But she still wears what she wants.

And she likes tumblr and black tea and short skirts and she loves
Her own superficiality

And she wears glasses and highlight and her favourite shade of lipstick red,
And she is bold with her own anxiety,

She loves and she forgives, she fights and laughs and sings off key,
She is happy.

And she was not asking for it.