You only truly grow as a woman when you realize that other girls are not, and never have been, your competition.

I like my whisky like I like my men.

Twice my age and from Scotland.

smoky, full-bodied and leaves you gasping a little.

left in an oak barrel for at least 3 years, with very little oxygen

nowhere near my genitals

our bra straps fall a lot. fucking get over it and stop telling us to pull it up unless we ask you to tell us
we bleed a fuck ton every month and it sucks and we’re going to complain about it so don’t you dare fucking making a period joke
just because we don’t send you nudes doesn’t mean you have to the fucking right to call us a bitch and give us threats
some of us don’t like to wear makeup. some of us do. respect the ones that don’t want to.
just because we don’t go out with you doesn’t give you the right to fucking kill us
some of us have stretchmarks. doesn’t mean we’re any less fucking important
“no” mean fucking “no”
a lot of us have scars. get the fuck over it.
none of us are perfect. learn that.
some of us don’t like sex. it doesn’t mean you have the right to call us a prude.
some of us love sex. it doesn’t mean you have the right to call us sluts.
just because our boobs are jiggling doesn’t mean you can stare at them
just because we have boobs doesn’t mean you can stare at them
don’t blame us when your stupid son stares up our skirt
don’t blame what we are wearing to what fucking happens to us
saying “well someone is on their period” when we are mad is going to make us hate you
some of us have dicks. get the fuck over it. they’re as much a girl as girls with a vagina are.