A girl has not felt loved in years. She never gets told that she's a pretty girl. She doesn't get called a girl. Her parents don't call her daughter. She never smiles and doesn't take care of her hair anymore. She stopped taking showers every day. She has acne and stubble. She doesn't shave, she can't stand looking at herself in the mirror. She was told that "fat is hot" until she gained more weight. People look at her weird. She feels like nobody wants her. She doesn't want anyone to look at her. She feels alone. People avoid her. She feels like she can't vent to others anymore because it's all she can think about. She wants to be loved
A girl doesn't talk anymore. She's distant and insecure. She bottles up her feelings. People reach out to her to try and help, but don't know how to help. She isolates herself, she's scared. She knows that nobody will put in the time and effort to be there for her. Nobody says good morning to her. She stopped asking for help. She doesn't laugh anymore. She feels like she's worthless. She's told that this isn't true, but notices that people only care about her when she's feeling suicidal. She feels like a burden. She can't think a week ahead because she is terrified of the future. She doesn't know if she'll make it to the end of the year. She wants to be loved
A girl doesn't express her opinions anymore. People think she's a dangerous freak, that she is disgusting, gross and filthy. She feels that weight. She cries most of the day, most days. She stopped brushing her teeth. She feels disposable. She only feels useful when she's validated. People will toss her aside as soon as they get a good excuse to do it. She feels like a sacrificial lamb. They keep her at arm's length. She knows that she's judged silently. She feels like people would feel more comfortable if she wasn't there. She's trying to keep going. Her eyes hurt. She's loud. People think she is annoying. She's tired. She wants to be loved
I see u. I love u
You're a pretty girl. What you say matters. How you feel matters. It's ok to be angry and afraid. It's unfair that others don't notice and don't care. Keep being loud, keep being yourself. It's not too late. You matter
I see all of you. I love every single one of you
A girl feels abandoned. She's hurt. She tears up at the thought of love. She can't ask for help anymore. She can't get out of bed, she doesn't go outside, she hasn't cut her bangs. She feels alone. She stays up late and oversleeps, wondering why she's still here. She's scared. She stays in her unmade bed. She can't take a shower. She skips breakfast. She feels like she's not worth taking care of. She checks her phone. No new notifications. She wishes somebody would send her a good morning text. She wishes someone would reach out. She wonders if people even see her
We do. We see you. What you say and how you feel matters. Your pain is real, your struggles are real, the indifference of people is real. That hurt inside your chest is real, that tight grip around your lungs is real, that uncomfortable feeling in the back of your neck is real, that heavy burden on your shoulders is real, those words and thoughts stuck in your throat are real, that tiredness in your eyes is real, that piercing noise in your ears is real, that hopelessness in your mind is real. Your grief is real
You're not worthless, not to us. We have to do better to welcome you, to include you, to trust you, to compliment you, to support you, to celebrate you, to remember you, to love you. You can be loved
We see you. You are beautiful. We love you. You will make it. You matter so much
