Happy new year darling,
I bought you a new cardigan.
Not from the sales, but a while ago when I saw you looking at it online.
My friends and I sang Auld Lang Syne last night and drank punch,
But I went straight to bed after the fireworks and thought of handing you the gift.
I woke in the morning with a sore head, and a cough; the smell of fire covered my clothes and hair.
I went to get a glass of water.
In the kitchen I saw it through the window, your cardigan burnt like coal, in a pile underneath the bushes.
You are not fat.
Your looks don’t define you.
If you have to look in the mirror to hate yourself then you must be doing something right.
Eating isn’t wrong.
You don’t have to excuse yourself for taking another piece of pie.
Your smile is infectious.
You are a beautiful person.
The world doesn’t hate you.
Never tell yourself that your family don’t love you.
You are lucky to have friends.
People care about you although they might not always show it.
You ARE pretty.
Always try your best.
Let someone fall in love with the real you.
Don’t cry when you’re alone at night.
Fill a hot water bottle and hug yourself to sleep.