I would give anything to tell this little girl with those red curls that she was beautiful, cause she couldn't see it herself. I would erase thoughts that shouldn't be there, hug her when no one else would and dry all the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks. I would tell her that she shouldn't be so ******* herself, whatever is hurting her right now won't be here forever. I would reassure her that not being normal will be something she's glad about in the future. I would tell her that I'm proud she's holding on, and still not giving up. Shes got a little fighter heart.
I would thank her for being stronger than what was causing her so much pain. Maybe this little girl just needed someone to tell her that whatever she's doing it, would be good enough. Always trying to do better and better made her question if she could ever meet her high expectations. And when she couldn't the disappointment ate her alive. I'm not ashamed of how I tried to handle a situation that I clearly couldn't deal with on my own. I wish I could have helped myself earlier so now I wouldn't have to worry about what people thought of my ugly scares. I wish I could have saved the girl, so she didn't have to spend her teenage years in her room trying to **** her sadness. But I'm thankful that she was stronger than this and decided to live.