You’re not the girl you think you are
You’re not the girl who eats too many crisps. You’re the girl who likes to see potatoes put to good use.
You’re not the girl who couldn’t get a boyfriend until she was 20. You’re the girl who was biding her time.
You’re not the girl who should be ashamed of every rejection in her inbox. You’re the girl who was brave enough to try.
You’re not the girl whose use of social media is tedious and lame. You’re the girl whose use of social media is just as tedious and lame as everybody else’s.
You’re not the girl who’s too old to be afraid of the dark. You’re the girl who’s wise to prefer a world she can see.
You’re not the girl who once tripped over her clothes, fell face-first into a wall and never got over it. You’re the girl who learnt the hard way that long skirts are more dangerous than they appear.
You’re not the girl with the freaky double-jointed elbows. You’re the girl with a built-in party trick.
You’re not the girl who needs the toilet every 30 minutes. You’re the girl who can sometimes wait for 35.
You’re not the girl who cries too much in good times and bad. You’re the girl whose eyes overflow when she cares.
You’re not the girl who got sick on a night out and ruined everybody’s fun. You’re just the girl who got sick one time. It happens.
You’re not the girl who has eight marshmallows with her hot chocolate. You’re the girl who has nine because YOLO.
You’re not the girl who never stops making stupid jokes. You’re the girl whose comedy has niche appeal.
You’re not the girl who shouldn’t admit to listening to Westlife on a Sunday night. You’re the girl who knows a good key change when she hears one.
You’re not the girl who gives too much advice. You’re the girl who’s trying to help.
You’re not the girl who wears too much mascara. You’re the girl whose mum has said “Charlotte, are you unwell or have you just not put any make-up on yet?” enough times to know what she needs.
You’re not the girl who’s forever got her eye on the door. You’re the girl who just needs to know she can always go home if she wants to.
You’re not the girl who wasted Saturday night watching TV and eating Pringles. You’re the girl who’s finally learnt to have a rest when she needs it.
You’re not the girl who shares too many anecdotes about her baby nephew. You’re the girl who’s allowed to be proud.
You’re not the girl who owns too many grey t-shirts and notebooks. You’re the girl who knows that’s simply not possible.
You’re not the girl who lets her past dictate her future. You’re the girl who gets to start a new story every day.
You’re not the girl you think you are. You’re a woman who’s doing just fine.