I am 14. Most of my friend’s are either depressed or stressed. They call them selves ugly, unwanted, unloved, and not cared for.
Me. No, I know who I am. I know my strengths and disabilities. I know that, no matter what, I will always be me. Even when I am to be judged by another. I am me. I am who I want to be. I choose who I am, not others. I define who I am. Not that bully who says you’re weak or not wanted. I am wanted.
To those who feel unloved: You’re loved. You’re wanted. You always will be.