What makes an entire woman? At what point do we look at a woman, inspect her face and her life, and consider her complete? The women that we envy and the women that we are have roots in two separate realities. The woman that we apparently want to be is a simple desire. She wants peace, she wants beauty, she wants a hand in the important conversations. The women that we are tempts a much heavier question. Where do we poke holes? At what point do we cross the line between desired woman and rebellious woman? Who put that line there in the first place?

Or more appropriately, hell is being a teenage girl. It’s confusing, painful, full of discoveries both personal and otherwise, often with nobody better to bounce this confusion off of other than the girls you’re surrounded by, who are in the eye of the exact same storm with none of the answers that will satisfy you. As we navigate that middle ground between girlhood and womanhood, we’re met with a blend of blissful unawareness, invaded by the inevitability of what’s to come.

Online discourse, particularly over the last five years, has taken shape as an overriding news source, stream of consciousness, entertainment hub, and political playground all rolled into one. Where this new frontier of fact-check-less news and think-pieces has emerged, we carry the burden of often having no clue who the brains behind these sentiments are.