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We start to believe we’re not beautiful as we are.

We are loving daughters, we are kind mothers, and we are loyal wives. We are fierce bosses, we are soulful sisters, and we are thoughtful friends. 

The men who know that women’s bodies are their own, not property to be viewed, bought or sold as they choose. 

Fall in love with the not knowing. Because how fucking boring would this life be if you knew what was going to happen?

I am playing for the girl I used to be. The one who never felt like she belonged.

We grow into the kind of women who young girls can look up to and find hope in.