Metaphorical Fabric-To Every Girl That Hates Herself

I will tell you this now, you are not silk. There is nothing soft about you. I know how badly we all want to be satin but it isn’t in our blood. We come from stronger crop. Be grateful for that. I will tell you this now satin is easy to cut and silk is easy to tear. No one should be okay with ruining themselves. You are canvas, and I will be frank it isn’t always easy to look at. I want you to remember that in the right hands canvas is beautiful. Even in the wrong hands it remains tough. I want to scream nothing but love at girls who’ve hated themselves for years. I would wipe away their anxiety and replace it with kind words and their favorite song. I will ask them to tell me about the first person they remember. I hope it was a kind face. I hope one day I will be that kind face. They will never be silk or satin. They are suited for much more than softness. They will fall into the right hands and I will tell them they have always been beautiful.

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