even if you don't like him , read this
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Okay, so i was in line to meet Justin Bieber in new york, of
course i got there late, so i was very last in line for the meet
and greet. I was scared that i wasn't going to be able to
meet him, and i waited such a long time for this oppurtinity.
People thought it was wierd, that me out of everybody was going
to meet him. But hey, i thought the kid was talented, cute, and
inspiring. So why not? Why pass the oppurtinity. When i finally
reached the door, i was so thankful that Justin was still here.
He smiled at me, and i walked towards him. "Hi i'm
Justin!" Before i could say anything, he stopped, and shook
my hand. Little did i know, he saw the scars on my arm. I had
been batteling depression for awhile now, that went along with
myself being bulimic. Justin paused, and then looked me in the
eyes, and asked me one word. "Why" i explained to him
the story, and in a split second after, i was in Justin
Bieber's arms, and he wasn't letting go. He then murmered
in my ear. "You are beautiful, you are so very beautiful.
You shouldn't ever feel the need to do any of this stuff,
because you are perfect the way you are. Don't let anybody
tell you otherwise, or make you think differently.". I
started crying, and Justin noticed and kissed my cheek, and held
out his pinky. I was confused, and he said "Pinky promise,
you will never do that again, for me?" I did. That day will
forever be in my heart. So next time you call Justin a jerk,
think twice about it, because you don't know him, you know
what you see on TV.
. . true story