Today I woke up on a pull out matress in my best friends basement. She is honestly gorgeous. Without makeup, tasseled bed head hair and in pj's - shes stunning. Even if I didnt know how beautiful she was on the inside I would still think she is beyond pretty. But wanna know what frusterates me? She cant see this. Worried about the little things and even her weight. I wish I could smash every scale in the world. I know they serve purposes but hey if I could stop the tears and constant thoughts that run through a girls head for a breif second, or even just filter them, it would be worth it.
Words. The things that build us up and tear us down.
Mirrors. The things that affirm and create our self concept as well as destroy our souls. Over dramatic? Maybe. But better to be safe than applying our misery.
And not just that one girl. The girl that means everything to me. But every girl who second guesses their worth.