To the girls who raised themselves
This one is for the girl with the poorly applied eye shadow, and the foundation that’s a slight shade off. What the people who snicker behind your back don’t know is that your makeup skills came from Teen Vogue magazine and Cosmo guides. You didn’t have someone to take you to MAC, or Sephora or any other makeup counter to get you the right colors, skills or confidence.
This one is for the girl whose fashion sense was warped because no one told you how to dress for your body. Most of the time, your mother was too busy with her own thing to be concerned with what you needed, so you had to figure it out on your own. In fact, you’re still learning.
This one is for the girls whose emotions were never held, never cherished, never cultivated. You learned to swallow your tears until a hard lump of pain formed in your throat. You have had to teach yourself what each feeling is and what each one means. You’ve had to learn how to share your emotions with those who will treat them with care, and sometimes, you forget that not everyone has your best interests in mind. Yet, you still swallow your fear and speak your truth.
