Broken Hearted

How to kill someone; Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again, See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.

Beauty is not defined by how pretty you are, by how skinny you are, or how tan you are. Let me just say, I genuinely think every person is beautiful. It doesn’t matter what size jeans you are, how long your hair is, if you have straight teeth, all the physical stuff, although it sounds cliche, is FUTILE. I’ve met plenty of hot guys who turned out to be so cocky and arrogant they became completely unattractive to me. Just as I’ve met people that weren’t necessarily Calvin Klein models or barbie dolls and had a heart that made them beautiful. I am not perfect. I’m not stick thin, I don’t have perfect teeth, perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect anything. I get insecure, self conscious, I’m awkward, I’ve had more embarrassing moments on national TV than I have fingers. And that’s okay. You are all so beautiful. And I really hope you realize it. But I’ve learned that it’s insignificant whether or not other people love you or accept you, YOU have to love and accept yourself. It’s okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do. And I believe in you. And I don’t know how helpful this may be but I hope it puts a smile on your face and you realize that if you’re going through rough times, I’m here for you. I might not see your tweets or read your DMs, but I believe in you and I love you.