I remember how many times I wanted to be perfect like you, but now I see that I’m not beautiful like you now but perhaps in the future I would be like you.

Your appearance is not everything. Your voice, you personality, you eyes, your smile… I love you so much. Thank you for being who you are.

And you suffer because people who invide you are now ashamed for what they did. You are strong, you are an example for other people, especially the ones who like you.

Isabella