Listen to me.

 

You

are 

worthy.

 

No

matter

what.

 

I promise,

even if you

never looked

like this by

choice, it doesn't

matter, you are

beautiful.

 

And one day

you will look

in the mirror

and smile, 

because you'll

see everything you are.

 

I'm not there

myself.

 

But you will be,

I will be,

and we all know it.

 

We deserve

to love our

bodies, we 

really do,

we really 

do.

 

One day we

will, one day

we will, I 

promise you,

and if my

promise falls

through?

 

All of that beauty,

no, scratch beauty,

that you, will still

be there while you don't 

see a thing, like a real

version of the 

tooth fairy,

 

your

own 

personal

magic.