text: Rolling Stone named you the
  Girl Who Broke All the Rules,
  but Ella, you taught us there
  were no rules to begin with.
  They say you dress like a Goth and
  dance like a puppet struck by lightning
  and you say to them, yes, I do. I am
  allowed to. I am allowed to be whatever
  version of myself I want to be today.
  When pop culture took a magic eraser
  to your rigid cheeks for their magazines,
  you told them your skin was not theirs to edit.
  The next day, I swear I didn’t wear any cover-up
  to school at all and I still felt beautiful. Lorde,
  my little cousin heard you say you were a feminist
  on the radio, and now her and a gaggle of 5th graders
  call themselves “Club Confident.” From you, millions
  of girls learned it is cool to be on each other’s team.
  How revolutionary; busting the system that
  taught us to see every ponytail as competition
  and that we are all supposed to like pink but
  it can only be one of our favorite colors.