i love girls. girls with muddy converse and oversized flannels. girls with killer contour and obsessive use of snapchat’s dog filter. girls who paint and draw and sing. girls who like math and girls who bake. girls who are bad at history and girls who don’t understand science. girls who match their hijabs to their outfits, girls who get made fun of for their hijabs. girls with big, unapologetically natural hair and a loud, bold laugh. girls who people claim are not girls, but truly are. girls with dark body hair and girls with scars and girls with stretch marks that riddle their entire bodies. girls whose bodies don’t fit standards of ‘plus size beauty’, with sweatpants and cozy sweatshirts and mascara from the day before. girls who wear overalls and doodle about their plants. girls who wear leather jackets and chokers and listen to indie rock. girls who like today’s top 40 and girls who listen to 1960s psychedelic jams. girls with mood disorders and personality disorders and autistic girls and girls with learning disabilities. girls who are chronically ill, girls who use wheelchairs, girls who still find the light to keep them going day after day after day. girls who love girls and are proud, girls who love girls and are afraid. girls who like the moon, girls who like the sun, girls who stay inside and don’t care about either.
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