This is for the girls that praised the day the Messy bun showed up in Vogue, and thank the moon goddess for closets to shove things in.

I am messy. There is very little sleek and shine about me. I’m more night owl than early bird. All spilled ink and no beautiful penmanship. I’m all loops and no lines. In a world obsessed with order and constraint, this is sometimes hard.

Just because you're kind of a mess, doesn't mean you can’t be successful and #GetShitDone. It is okay to be twisted and complicated, as long as you are showing up. Being messy just proves that you refuse to fit into a box and have a stubborn soul. Proves that you're not afraid of adventure and you hold time very precious. There is no time to clean when you could be out in the sun or reading a good book in your tangled blankets.

All of my friends are always very tidy and neat. Sometimes, though, it does not matter if your bed is made in the morning, but that you woke the hell up and didn't look back. Every hustle has to have heart, and that doesn't always leave room for neatness.

No one in their 20s is put together. There is very little time to iron when you are trying to figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life and how you’re going to get there. Messy girls just don’t lie about it. We don’t hide our mess, we hold it up to the world and say “yeah, like, it’s whatever.”

Our society puts such an emphasis on constraining chaos and holds constraint over everything else, but no great novel is about how someone became happy through orderliness. Kathy did not find love by sitting in a clean room, she ran wild through the Moors.

Everyone is a hundred thousand exploding stars, so yeah, sometimes my tea cups are stacked and slightly dirty. Your room might look like a storm came through, but remember that you are that storm.

Life is inherently a mess, and it is the people who embrace that fact that will find the beauty in it.

As Elizabeth Gilbert once said, "Embrace the glorious mess that you are."