Hey you. Yeah, you…
The person deciding whether or not you should
go throw up the meal you just ate. Or, you the girl drowning
yourself behind all of that clown stuff we call make-up. Or, how
about you? The girl who's ready to go and slice her wrist apart
to 'ease-away-the-pain.' You feel like this is the end
right? Let me tell you though, it's not. Nobody's there for
you? God is. You think he likes the way you feel about yourself?
No. He doesn't. At all. When you call yourself dumb, or stupid,
or ugly or cuss at yourself, just because someone made you feel
that way, your making fun of the only perfect person ever.. God.
Your making fun of him by making fun of his creating skills. Why is
there only one of you? Because he put you on Earth to be original.
He put you here thinking you'd be grateful enough to think of
everyone equally, and forgive people when they laugh at you. Or
when they hurt your feelings. When they pick on you, push you
around, and call you the words your definitely not. It's harsh.
It's the most unrealistic thing in the world, and trust me..
I'd know. I love y'all. And when you feed into your
negativity? Your only making them stronger, and they come back
10x's harder. But you know what I want you to do now? I want
you to stand up, brush yourself off..and come back 20x's
harder! Your beautiful. So the next time your starring down at the
dinner your thinking about barfing up after you eat it, and you
over there looking at the blade as it's about to dig into your
skin, stop. Your better than that, trust me. Youre beautiful, yes
you the one behind the screen reading this. Don’t
change.
Love, A fellow witty
girl^