Girls and the boys to whom they cling.
Girls and the hands they hold.
Girls and the legs they cross.
Girls and the words they understand and don't.
Girls and their freckled noses.
Girls and the unexplainable noises they make.
Girls and their own girls.
Girls and the food they will only smell.
Girls and their unspoken needs and deeds.
Girls and the cigarettes they either smoke or detest with the same intensity.
Girls and the souls they'd want to edit in photoshop.
Girls and the polyester lining of their favorite dresses.
Girls and the mascara which either clumps or runs.
Girls and the beds they sleep in.
Girls and the beds they dream in.
Girls and the pictures they take of their cats.
Girls and their bubble baths and cupcakes.
Girls and their thighs, always too big.
Girls and the ears they refuse to whisper in.
Girls and the tears they shed on the inside.
Girls and their ability to feel the most when they are most lost.
Girls and their little contraceptive pills.
Girls and the words that undress them.
Girls and their need to be free, while longing to be captive.
Girls and the courage and vulnerability they are cordially invited to express at the same time.
Girls and the pieces of life they leave behind everywhere they go.
(photo: Jacques Henri Lartigue)
