To those who don’t like their hair;
To those who don’t like what they wear;
To those who don’t like their face;
To those who don’t stay in one place;
To those who don’t like their body;
You are beautiful.

To those who get called names;
To those who get pushed around;
To those who can’t get their feet on solid ground;
There is hope.

To those who hate life;
To those who wish they could just curl up and die;
To those who think it’s just getting worse;
You have a purpose here on this earth.

To those who think they’re perfect;
To those who push others around;
To those who make others’ lives worse;
That isn’t cool so stop.

Just because in mot in your shoes
Not mirrored in your eyes,
Inside I know we are made the same.
So back off and don’t criticize.