To My Younger Self,

You are a girl.

Know how you will never be told 

Of Cinderella who killed her step mother

later when she was the Queen.

Or how Ariel, the mermaid,

almost killed the prince 

soon after he married someone else.

They're all afraid you'd know how a stranger 

made love with the sleeping beauty, 

all without her consent.

You are a girl.

You are never told the tales of the strong,

of the women with imperfections.

They won't tell how adorable your dreams

And scars on your wrists are,

And how they need not be hidden anymore.

You are a girl.

You are more than just geometry,

or failed attempts at symmetry.

You are more than your curved lines

and edges and body angles.

You are more than your body.

You are to grow up to be the woman,

With real flaws and issues of your own.

Grow up, not to be a princess

in wait of her prince charming,

to get rescued.

Grow up to be the Queen of your kingdom.

                                                                                                                                                     -Love, J.