Dear me,

You are as strong as a willow tree,

Even though you droop and bend,

You do not break under the pressure

You are beautiful because you can hold your breath and count to ten and never make yourself do less for the sake of pleasing others.

You have a brain and a passion for rain and no one will make you change that.

You're beautiful and I hope you know that beauty is not measured in the number of hands you've held, the number of lips you've kissed, or the number of boys who have lived you. It is measured in the amount of times you feel pleased when you look in the mirror. It is measured in the number of times you dust yourself off when you want to soak in mud.

You strong, you are hard-headed, but most of all you are beautiful.