It’s Okay

Its okay you got a bad grade. It’s okay you’re not skinny and have bright eyes and don’t fit into size four jeans. It’s okay boys don’t whistle at you (I mean, you’re not a dog, are you?) It’s okay that you’re friends are leaving, because if they were such good friends, they’d be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like shit.
It’s okay you’re parents shout at you, their trying their best and I don’t think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It’s okay you feel as though you’ve lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It’s okay you’re still searching for that missing part of you, we all are. It’s okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that your not. You must remind yourself that you are beautiful, individual, a replica of nobody else. You’re you and that’s damn well good enough for me.