It's okay you got a bad grade. It's okay you're
not skinny and have bright
eyes and don't fit into size two jeans. It's okay boys
don't whistle at you (I mean, you're not a dog, are
you?). It's okay that your friends are leaving because if
they were such good friends, they'd be sitting with you
trying to not make you feel like sh//t. It's okay your
parents shout at you, they're trying their best and I
don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager,
anyway. It's okay you feel as though you've lost
yourself, everybody does from time to time. It's okay
you're still searching for that missing part of you, we all
are. It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind
yourself that you're not. You must remind yourself that you
are beautiful, individual, a replica of nobody else. You're
you and that's d//mn well enough for me.