When Will You Believe?

If I could pull down a hand full of sunshine and give it to you, I would. 
If I could collect a bottle over flowing with star dust, I would. 
If I could catch every rain drop that made you sad, I would. 
If I had to break every mirror in the world to make you believe that you are beautiful, I would. 
Because you are worth it. There is not one person who has lived, is living, or will live who does not deserve happiness and the freedom from insecurity. 

If there is one thing that I hate more than anything it's when a girl or a boy believes that they are not good enough.
It breaks my heart. 
Especially when they give themselves away to become something that they believe is easier to love. If a boy or girl makes you believe that you have to change, then they were NEVER worth it. 
There is something about the world that has made us believe that just healthy isn't good enough. That if you don't have toned legs, or a six pack you some how are worth less than the people that are like that. I want to some how destroy every part in your brain that is telling you that.
The voices around you and inside your head that are saying, "I'm not pretty enough.", "I'm not funny enough.", I"m not thin enough.", or "I don't have enough muscles." are lying. You are worth so much more than the color of your eyes, the clothes you fit into, and the shade of your skin.
You have a light inside of you that only ignites when you are true to yourself.
It makes me want to scream when I hear someone say, "I'm too fat.", "I'm too ugly." When I see someone get to the point of eating disorders and self harm of cutting.
LOOK IN THE MIRROR. GO LOOK RIGHT NOW. NOW STARE AT THAT BODY. LOOK AT YOUR BODY OF FLESH, LOOK AT THAT PERSON WHO HAS AN INCREDIBLE BEATING HEART. Now imagine yourself sickly skinny, imagine yourself covered in scars.
THAT IS NOT BEAUTIFUL. Whoever made you believe that, that was beautiful, get rid of them. Get rid of them now. Because there is not an ounce of blood in this Universe that is worthless. Fat and skinny do not exist. Ugly and pretty do not exist. It's all in your head. SO STOP. STOP IT. SO WHAT YOU AREN'T A MODEL? GET OVER IT, THE FACES IN MAGAZINES DON'T EXIST. GET OVER IT, AND LEARN TO LOVE SOMEONE REAL.
Stand up to those people, stand up to a photo-shopped and fake society and say, "Forget this, I am amazing, I am worth it."
Happiness does not suddenly appear on the other side of the bridge when you finally get to 'pretty' to 'skinny' to 'buff'. Happiness has no boundaries to what you look like.
You are incredible. If there is no one in your life telling you that, I am. Because you are. I don't have to see your face, hear your voice, or even know your name. I know that you are amazing. That your heart and your brain are just like mine and they carry more potential than you could ever comprehend. I don't know what it will take to make you believe that you are fine just the way you are, but I hope that one day you will come to know of your infinite worth as a human being.
Believe in yourself. 
Believe in your magic.