Why are you surprised dear girl when that boy asks to see you again? Do the deep, darkish, lines on your skin make you feel like you don’t deserve his attention?

Why do you feel relief when he looks into your eyes and grasps your hand tightly? Is it the extra skin that stretches further than other girls in the pages of magazines that makes you hesitant to accept his devotion?

Why when he whispers ‘You are beautiful’ do you protest on instinct? Does the length of you legs trick you into thinking you’ll never measure up to his words?

Why do you cringe whenever his arms find their way around your delicate body? Do you think all he feels is the way your bones protrude, distracting from the softness of your skin?

Why do you paste your skin with false color in the hopes of covering the beautiful dots that make it yours? Do you not see how much he adores the way they look scrunched on your nose?

And why, sweet one, when he asks for your love do you hold back? Do you feel as though the love you had has been permanently stolen from your trembling hands?

Don’t you know that the lines you hide show maps to where you’ve been. Be careful with them because they tell stories greater than you could ever know. Don’t feel ashamed of the weight you carry because you are strong, and a head held high means much, much more. Don’t forget that the legs you walk on carry you away from bad situations and also toward great ones. The bones that build your beautiful frame should be appreciated, don’t let them keep you from from loving every inch of yourself. You are admired for your distinction, because you dear girl, are not like the rest.

So please love every molecule that builds your beautiful self, for they have a great story yet to tell.