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.
This is for the girl who had to carve her own way, with no one to guide her.
This is for the girl that had to search in the darkness to find her path, with only grit and guts to shine the way.
This is for the one whose children will both teach her what it is to be a mother, and to be mothered.
This is for the girls who will become women who don’t know the way, but never give up trying to find it. This is for the girls, who will become the mother they never had and always deserved. This is for the women who will shop for wedding dresses alone and who will tearfully and joyfully sit with their own daughter when she shops for hers.
This is for the girls who will become women that will become the mother that she needed to herself and who will pass that onto the next generation. This is to the women who will become the bridge between how things used to be, and how they are meant to be.
This is for the girls who carved themselves out of the stone they were given because they, like Michelangelo, could see the angel inside that was crying to come out.
This is for the girl who will become a woman whose eye shadow application is perfection, whose emotional expression is articulate and whose fashion sense is now fully her own, and one she created.
This is for the woman, who will look back to that girl, and smile, knowing that they both made each other.