Dancing With Olivia

forty

"slut."

a deadly whisper

fallen from the lips

of a boy across the hall,

gossiping with a group of people,

staring straight at us.

my head snapped in his direction.

hell no.

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A/N

Hello bbies!

So this is a celebratory part-chapter-thingy becauseee...

Dancing With Olivia has now reached...:

2.4k reads

402 votes

And 98 comments.

OH MY GLOB.

Guys, you have no idea how much this means to me! I can't thank you all enough for the feedback and support, and the encouragement that I have also gotten from my (amazing, talented, gorgeous-beyond-belief, hilarious) boyfriend, which I tend to call "my human" (my guy best friend tells me to stop calling him this... don't judge me).

But basically, I am so so blessed by every one of you.

And, just one more thing...

If any of you have been called a slut, whore, ugly, fat, a dick, a wimp (refraining from saying p***y bc it's just a weird word okay), stupid, ridiculous, disrespectful (for defending yourself bc "oh no, children shouldn't stand up for themselves!"), gay (as an insult, even though it's not), faggot (I fucking hate that word), or anything else offensive or just plain wrong, do not, I repeat, DO NOT LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE.

Girls, you are beautiful. Boys, you're all good-looking. All of you are smart, strong, talented, amazing, and important individuals. Also, you were put here for a reason, believe it or not, so please remember that. You're all loved, and nobody should tell you differently. If they do, screw what they think. You are you, and "you" is pretty fucking awesome.

If comments like these hurt you so badly that you contemplate suicide, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO IT. You are important. You matter. This is not the end for you. Please stay.

If comments like those hurt you so badly that you contemplate self harm, BBY DON'T FREAKING DO IT. Self harm is not a good answer. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. And to go along with that thought... don't get so mad at yourself that you cut or smoke or burn yourself or pick at scabs and scars or overwork yourself. Do not harm your gorgeous bodies, lovelies, because it has a terrible effect on your gorgeous souls. I know.

Anyway. Thank you lovelies! Stay wonderful. I love every single one of you.

Love always,
Abee