âHow dare you tell me âI am not like most girlsâ, when those âgirlsâ you refer to are my sisters and mothers, my friends, the very solace and the kindness I have sought when the worst things in my life have happened? How dare you assume I should take that as a compliment, and beam at you like it is praise when you are alienating me from the very core of my proudly female being? There are a thousand ways to tell me you love me, and making my sisters small to make me big isnât one of them. Tell me you love me, but not because I am different. Tell me you love me, just because you do.â
â âYou Arenât like Most Girlsâ | Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)



















