Ananda

Here’s to the girls in the closet, and to the girls who wear their gayness as armour and their queer on their sleeve.

Here’s to the girls who fight every day of their lives to stay alive, the girls who paint a smile on their face every morning only to cry it off when they hit the pillow, and the girls who can’t leave the safety of their homes. Here’s to the girls who don’t feel safe in their own home, and the girls who don’t have a home at all.

Here’s to the girls with cut wrists and scarred thighs, the girls with stretch marks, birthmarks, and acne. Here’s to the girls that smell, cry, that aren’t afraid to sweat. To the hairy girls, the girls who care, and the girls who don’t. ♦