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.
They lied.
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