For the Girls

If you’re a girl like me and you happen to cross the path of another girl, you give her the once over.

After you give her the once over, you find everything beautiful and perfect about her and compare yourself to that perfectness.

But, if you’re a girl like me, you pull yourself together and say, “What the hell, she’s her own self and I’m pretty damn happy with who I am. I’m the best at being me.”

And, if you’re a girl like me, you smile at the girl, wait for the crosslight to switch to the walking man, and you walk away with a smile on your face.