#nf 3

You’re beautiful, your tumors don’t make you less so. In fact, they make you more so. I don’t care where they’re at. You’re still fantastic. If what you fear is driving away lovers with that word, don’t fret. If they run away from your technical illness, they aren’t worth it. Furthermore, I promise you, one day someone won’t run from it and they’ll tell you that they love you even with it. Don’t let this damn sites lack of acknowledgement towards kids like us get you down. I promise that it’s okay even if you’ve got fibromas in obvious places like your neck or arms, you’re still beautiful. So ignore the stupid boys that tell you the spot on your arm is gross. Because he’s wrong. Ignore the girls who tell you it’s ugly. Because she’s wrong too. I know that’s hard and it’s especially hard to love yourself like this, but I love you. No matter how NF has impacted you, or what type you’ve got, I love you and you’re amazing because you’re my fiBROma. Get it? Bro? That’s okay. It’s a bad pun anyways. Even though you’re technically ill, that doesn’t make you any less sick. Another bad pun. Whether the bumps and spots are benign or impairing physically, they can be detrimental to your self esteem and that’s okay. They’re beautiful. Maybe play connect the dots with them, you never know, maybe you’ve got a cool shape. Or a constellation. On my right wrist I have what looks like the Little Dipper. On the same thigh I’ve almost got Orion. If your childhood was like mine, I know the doctors appointments are hell, the needles aren’t fun and the MRIs are certainly not either but my parents say it builds character. That’s kinda bs but just don’t feel sorry for yourself. It won’t get you anywhere. Neither does pretending nothing is wrong. I don’t really know how to write a supportive letter to you guys but I hoped it helped.