Beauty brought me nothing. But pain, But false hope, But abuse, But fake love, But striving for perfection, But never reaching it, But betrayal, But hatred, But mistrust, But anger, But deception, But attention, But not the sort I wanted.
Beauty, created through society, brought me nothing. So I created my own Beauty.
Be loud and be proud be quiet and keep to yourself be upfront and demanding be reserved and stay together be beautiful and pretty be hot and **** be dainty and quaint and rock the **** world.
Be you. Be whoever you are comfortable being.
Don't let them tell you to shut up don't let them tell you to talk more don't let them tell you you're a ***** or that you're too nice. Don't let them tell you you can't be beautiful, pretty, hot and **** **** all at once because you know what? You are. Don't let them tell you to be rougher don't let them tell you to be ladylike.
You are mother-effing lady and you get to decide what that means.
To anyone who is a girl - don't let them tell you you aren't because you don't meet some standard.