Somebody That I Used To Know: Part II

**Editor’s Note** This story contains profanity that has been edited.

Dear me,

You’re 17. It’s not easy for you. It’s not easy at all. You stand in the mirror at night and stare at yourself thinking you’re fat, ugly, not good enough. You listen to those people in school who call you hippo, pizza face, hooker. You cry because you just want to be liked. You pinch the skin on your stomach and legs, you hate yourself. It sucks, but you’re going to survive.

One day you’re going to grow up and be who you always wanted to be. Their hateful opinions will not matter, and they won’t bother you. In fact, you never think of them at all. One day you’re going to finish high school and be finished. One day those people will be nothing but a distant memory that you never revisit. You grow, you learn, you change, and you learn to love everything about yourself, including that stomach that you pinched and hated so much. It’s just a stomach and everyone has one.

Remember this: “Stop looking for flaws. Stop looking for differences. You are perfect. You are more than enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you are f—— beautiful.” One day you’ll live by these words.

Much love,

Me.

-Anonymous

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