To my friend who hates the way she looks,
When you look in at yourself in the mirror, you see all your imperfections. You see that pimple on your chin, that stretch mark on your leg, and the tummy you got from eating one too many chicken fingers. You look at yourself and you hate everything you see. You wonder why you don’t look like those other girls, with "perfect" bodies. You wonder if that guy you fell in love with left you because you were “too fat” or “too ugly.” Every picture you take is deleted without thought.
To my friend who hates the way she looks,
When I look at you I see a beautiful woman. I see your imperfections and I love them. That pimple means you're human, those stretch marks mean you have lived, and that tummy means there is more of you for me to love. I love everything about you. Those girls that you long to be are beautiful, yes, but you are strong. You are redefining beauty. Every imperfection you have is beauty. You are beauty.
To the friend who hates who she is,
When you hear yourself talk you hate every word. You hate that you’re so awkward and you hate that you can’t think of anything to say. It feels like everyone is staring at you and laughing. You apologize for everything you do, even when you don’t need to.
To the friend who hates who she is,
When you talk I can’t help but be amazed with every word. I love that you’re just as awkward as I am, and if you can’t think of anything to say, we’ll sit there in silence together. I know you apologize for everything you do because you care, but you don’t ever need to say sorry for who you are.
To the friend who hates who she is,
You are my best friend. I love everything about you.
