My best friend killed herself two years ago, on a rainy Sunday. I missed over two weeks of school because I couldn't stop crying. My mother told me to get over it because she's just another person, she wouldn't stay my friend forever. She was beautiful. Long brown hair, brown eyes, and was always so outgoing. But what she did, that was not beautiful.
Four months, three weeks and two days ago, I walked in on my fourteen year old sister cutting her thighs with a blade. I started crying and broke down onto my knees. I took the blade away from her and hugged her for almost three hours straight. I couldn't see why she would do this, but I'm not going to judge her reasoning. She is a beautiful girl, blonde curly hair, she was almost taller than me. But what she did, that was not beautiful.
A girl in my class, she had never spoke a word. One day, the teacher wanted her to speak in front of the class. She got up there, trembling. She started crying, and everyone was laughing. She ran out of the room, tears rolling down her face. She is a beautiful person. Auburn hair that faded into blonde, dazzling blue eyes. But what she did, that was not beautiful.
A girl that sat at a table alone at lunch, was offered a piece of pizza, she said no. She had never at anything at school. When she did, it was nothing bigger than the palm of her hand. She is beautiful, skinny thing, with bright green eyes and dark blonde hair. But what she did, that was not beautiful.
Suicide is not beautiful.
Self harm is not beautiful.
Anxiety in not beautiful.
Eating disorders are not beautiful.
None of those are beautiful, but do you know what is beautiful?
You.
And its about god damn time you start believing it.
