So here is the truth for the Pretty Mature Girl: You are not expired. You are aged like whiskey. You are not invisible. You are hard to look at directly because you shine too bright.
This is designed to be a spoken word piece/monologue or an editorial mission statement. It reframes "pretty" not as porcelain skin, but as wisdom earned; and "mature" not as an age, but as an energy. (A Manifesto) pretty mature girls
You have survived the party, the heartbreak, the promotion that didn't come, the love that left too early, and the love that stayed too long. And you are still here. Still pretty. Still growing. So here is the truth for the Pretty