And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer.
Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying.
Despite everyone who told you to quit, you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself
You signed it
"They were wrong"
Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique, maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything, maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it.
You have to believe that they were wrong

They have to be wrong

Why else would we still be here?