[i]Who sit at home pagina being good kids. Who aren’t drop dead gorgeous like the girls staring back at us off the covers of fashionable teen magazines. Who don’t drink, don’t party hard, and would rather read boeken of hang out and talk with vrienden than hit up some party joint and jump into pools and whatnot.
This is for the girls who choose their own genre of music, who don’t simply listen to the mainstream pop blasted from radios. This is for the girls who bite their nails, who feel self-conscious about every single thing about them, who tug on their hair while they’re nervous.
This is for the girls who actually care about something other than how they look, of how hair naturally curls. This is for the girls who cry at movies, sympathize with friends, and extend helping hands to people who need it. This is for the girls who play their muziek and go with it.
This is for the girls who wear glasses, who wear braces, who have frizzy hair, who have extreme ranges for height of they’re stuck in the middle. This is for the only children, the oldest, the youngest, the middle children. This is for the ones who sit at home pagina and have to listen...