Do not simplify yourself to being just pretty. You are a whirlwind of ideas. You’re the promise of tomorrow with the memory of yesterday stained to your cheeks. Pretty is just a word and your eyes alone contain galaxies. You were meant to tilt the earth on its axis and capture the sun in your smile. You are not merely a 6 letter word used to describe your mothers wallpaper. You are revolutionary. You are endless. You can not be stopped.