This is for the girls...

Who sit at home being good kids.
Who aren't drop dead gorgeous like the women staring back at us from the cover of magazines.
Who don't drink,
Don't party hard,
And would rather sit at home and read a book then hit up some party joint.

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 when they're nervous.

This is for the girls who actually care about something other then how they look,
Or how hair naturally curls.
This is for girls who cry at movies
Sympathize with their friends
And extend a helping hand to those who need it.

This is for the girls who wear glasses,
Have braces,
Frizzy hair,
Who are tall or short or somewhere in the middle.
This is for the oldest children,
The youngest,
The middle children.

This is for the girls who listen to their friends groan about their love lives, and patiently endure being a supportive friend, while they wait for a love of their own.
This is for the girls who hope and dream and often settle for second best without any complaint.

This is for the girls who see themselves as hopeless and forgotten.
This is for the girls who dream so much they've forgotten how to dream.
This is for the girls who have fallen and need a helping hand getting up...only they've been the helping hand for so long they've forgotten how to fall.
This is for the girls who are on the ground, who are learning how to fly
Because mark my words: When you fly you will soar on the wings of eagles. You will run and not grow faint. You will walk, and never grow weary.