You
Listen to me.
You
are
worthy.
No
matter
what.
I promise,
even if you
never looked
like this by
choice, it doesn't
matter, you are
beautiful.
And one day
you will look
in the mirror
and smile,
because you'll
see everything you are.
I'm not there
myself.
But you will be,
I will be,
and we all know it.
We deserve
to love our
bodies, we
really do,
we really
do.
One day we
will, one day
we will, I
promise you,
and if my
promise falls
through?
All of that beauty,
no, scratch beauty,
that you, will still
be there while you don't
see a thing, like a real
version of the
tooth fairy,
your
own
personal
magic.