Honestly, after getting past a lot of internalized misogyny, I aim to be exactly the kind of girl society had demonized.

The girly girl. I want unapologetically pink stuff, and flavored coffee, and pop music, and sunglasses, and cute clothes, and perfect nails, and lipstick, and selfies.

The tough girl. I want the black clothes, the sharp smile, the silver tongue, the fearless laugh, the no bullshit attitude.

The smart girl. I want to learn everything that makes me curious, I want to enjoy my classes without being mocked, I want a book, a cup of tea, a comfy sweater, a night in at home.

The party girl. I want the short dresses, the girly named drinks, the tall high-heels, the loud music, the long nights.

The ambitious girl. I want full agendas, and the power walk through the hallways, I want to go after what I want and show I’m the best at it, I want the power and money only men are promised, I want the success I’ve been told kills love.

The dreamer girl. I want hope, to believe in the good in people, to believe in love, to not put myself in a cage of realism and pain because I’ve been told being that girl is dumb.

I want all of it, and I’m sure as hell gonna get it.