Bless teenage girls who spend their pubescence struggling against the tides of who they are. Bless the teen girls who aren’t pretty the way they’re supposed to be pretty. Bless them for pretending they’re into things that they aren’t or quieting the thriving uncool passions to acclimate to peer tastes. Bless the special snowflakes struggling to be different or be special. It’ll all come tumbling down when they reach their twenties and they attempt to self-actualize and reach blindly for edges of their identity. They’ll first find dissonance and disillusionment. I feel an enormous amount of tenderness towards teen girls who are trying too hard. Fitting in is a fierceness and far more complicated than I ever realized for teen girls. It’s bewildering, baby, all the things teen girls are supposed to be.