In the midst of the male-driven society, it is hard to remain as strong as possible.

It's hard to be a girl.

But for the ones who have embraced that they themselves are beautiful chaoses.

This is for you.

So this is for the girl who speaks her mind, the one who can intimidate a grown man because her speech is not slurred and her conversations do not consist of makeup and clothes.

This is for the girl who is gorgeous and intelligent but is just redefined to "pretty."

The is for the girl who is in a third world country and doesn't know where her next meal is coming from.

The girl who has to become mommy and daddy because her parents were killed in an unspoken war that is never-ending.

No, this is not a house. This is real life but still looked upon as a game.

This is for the girl who cries uncontrollably by the hurt left from a broken heart.

This is for the who is called stuck up if she admires her beauty but then told to gain self-esteem if she can't identify it.

Do you know how long it took her even like her appearance?

I am not just pretty.

This is for the girl who puts her hands down her throat and while you may think she is throwing up a meal she is subconsciously throwing up things that are hard to swallow.

She can't keep down love.

She can't keep down comfort.

When the body is unfamiliar with unknown substances it creates things to fight against it.

This is for the who is raped while she is unconscious behind a dumpster, her body ravaged and violated for the satisfaction of a boy who wants to feel like a man.

This is for the girl who has become more acquainted with pain than pleasure.

The one who wants to please everyone so she is liked.

The one who laughs while her makeup is covering up dried tears.

This is for the girl who hides behind the facade that is all put together, meanwhile, she is crumbling as we speak.

Girls.

You are a force to be reckoned with. You are not beneath a man, you created him.

You are not just pretty, you are beautiful.

There is no concrete definition of beauty besides the one we have placed on ourselves.

Your language isn't subjected to one topic, it is imperative you let it grow.

Your body is a temple, and if your place of serenity is robbed... it is not your fault.

Your destiny is not to find a man, when he comes into your life he will not complete, he will just compliment.

It's okay to love yourself, it is not arrogant to appreciate the beauty inside of you but it would be selfish to not let someone else express the same.

Another girl is not your competition, she is your sister.

If you are the robber infiltrating your own temple, remember you still have to sleep there at night.

The walls that you put up must come down and not necessarily so people can come in, but so you can go out.

It gets lonely there sometimes, doesn't it?

Makeup doesn't create beauty, it only enhances what you already have.

Your tears are valuable, let them water your future and replenish the dryness of your past.

You are not broken, you just looked for the cracks in your reflection.

And if you are, broken crayons still color.

You are a contradiction.

Loud in voice but soft by nature.

You bring life but could also carry death.

A beautiful chaos.