To the not-so-It girls

Cheers to the girls who say Thank you Sir and Yes Ma'am
The girls who struggle to tell a flirt from a front
 
To the 1s with belly laughs follwed by piggish grunts
The 1s who seldom dream of white frocks and big rocks
 
To the girls who try and fail to replace the "F" word with "Phudge"
Cheers to the girls who were never picked first when playing "house"
 
Here's to the girls who can't keep their brazilians alive for long
And the 1 who manicure to hide brittle, bitten, insecure nails
 
Cheers to the girls who gate crash cool kid parties dressed for warmth and dressed for comfort. To the 1s who arrive uninvited
 
To the girls who dream of getting lost on winding dirt roads; who dare to wish for hippie suitors with Christ-like qualities
 
Cheers to the 1s who on reaching home, lock the door with 1 hand  and snap their bras off with the other
To the freaks in the streets and the geeks between sheets
 
Cheers to the 1s who sit on kitchen counters with their legs crossed...
eating as they speak,
speaking as they eat.
 
Snaps to the girls who will never make the cover of Glamour
To the unbandaged sore thumbs, the anomalies,
the hurricane Lucy's
the romantic asexuals
 
Cheers to you if your mother  maybe loves you but definitely worries about you
Kudos to you if you seem to get things wrong by design and right by luck
 
Cheers to you if the It girls and cool kids don't like you.
They have evolved and still they don't see you...
 
They have gone from liking yellow bones, to Lupitas,
from embracing Twiggys to loving Nikkis
And as you wait your turn, they have hashtagged and Woman Crushed, but it was never you....
 
They.
Don't.
See.
You.
Their fads and trends keep missing you...
 
Cheers to you anyway
 
You are a mustard seed.
We command mountains to move on your count and unknown to you and them, we shift the world at your yawning
 
You'll never hear the sounds as champagne glasses clink in awe of you.
Yours are silent cheers and muffled toasts...
But that is okay...you know better than to expect raucus claps, floods of embrace.
You know better than to wait for a crowd or a fanbase
 
You know that the world does not easily welcome your customs
 
You also now that the world does not celebrate beginners
 
You know that the crowd always tips the scales against the drifters
 
But more importantly, you know that the pioneer is not the leader or the lag, but the first follower.
 
So cheers to you as you wear the glove that fits