Taylor is for the girls.

For the girls who grew up chasing the kind of love they only ever read about in books.
For the girls who spent years alone, sitting on the sidelines, clapping for everyone else’s happy ending and quietly wondering if their chapter will ever begin.
For the girls who dared to hope, loudly, only to be laughed at, branded “desperate,” or “naïve.”

For the girls who wear their hearts on their sleeves,
handing them over to potential princes again and again, believing, just maybe… this time it’s him.

For the girls who chose a profession, their career or ambitions.
For the girls who walked into rooms and warned they’d be too loud, too bold, too much,
and heard the whisper “no one will want all that“.
For the girls who were told to take their dreams down a notch,
to dim their light, soften to society’s standards, accept less and be happy about it.

For the girls called high-maintenance for asking the bare minimum;
Deemed ungrateful for wanting a love that soared.
For the girls who were told to settle, to want less than they dreamed,
to take what was given and stop looking for more;

For those girls, Taylor has taught us:
Stand in your best light, doing what brings you joy.
And in this will be a love that fits in ways you never saw coming.
Because sometimes, what we want finds us when we stop searching in the wrong places.