Tonight I went to a party and
saw
all the girls that bullied me
three years ago.
They used to
tell me I was ugly. And useless. And never going to be
loved. They'd send me anonymous texts. They'd
talk about me to everyone. They called me a b/tch. And
fake. And told me I'd never be pretty.
I came home crying every single day.
Mom took me out of there and put me in public
school.
I saw them tonight. My friend looked at me, and she
said, "Now they're all ugly and you're
beautiful."
I said, no. They're still pretty. And I'm gonna
go tell them.
And I did.
Their faces were priceless.
When I said that.
When they saw my face.
When they heard I won my schools pageant.
About the guy I'm talking to. Who was right beside
me.
When they heard how well I was doing.
When they knew they hadn't broke me.
You are all beautiful. Don't let someone tell you
that you aren't.
Or make you feel any less than you are.
Because, there is something beautiful inside
everyone.
Beyond all the makeup, and the smiles.
In the inside.
And, maybe those girls will never have that.
Maybe they'll never have the strength.
You are strong.
You are
beautiful.
You
are.