The story goes like this, Once upon a time in a regular town, there was regular girl. She was beautiful and smart and funny. This girl loved old books and the smell of rain, she liked to listen to music and do the regular things that all girls find enjoyable. She wasn't prom queen and she didn't have silky legs, sometimes her hair was messy and she wouldn't wear makeup. She didn't have a boyfriend or lots of friends. She wasn't popular. She was kind and tried as hard as she could to make other people happy. She was far from perfect, and sometimes felt sad and lonely. She seemed just like the rest of us.
And yet she was very different. She didn't post her problems on Facebook or fight on Twitter. She didn't talk bad about the people she was jealous of, when she looked in the mirror she didn't care what she saw because she knew who she was. She was great, she was a Daughter of God, and fishing for compliments wasn't necessary. Her life had more value then the label society had put on it and she knew that. She loved with her heart, not her eyes. And even though she was nice and wonderful to people, some teenagers didn't like her. That didn't bother her though, you can never have everybody like you. When it came to her outside appearance, social status, and love life she didn't care. Not in the least. She knew who she was.
And that made all the difference.
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