This is my little sister (: Can you please just look at how beautiful she is? She never thinks she’s pretty. Constantly concerned with the little imperfections being noticed, when she’s absolutely radiant. She’s one of the happiest people I know and never fails to make everyone around her smile. I wish she could know how beautiful she is and really believe it.
She’s not the tiniest girl. She needs braces. She has glasses. Her skin isn’t clear. But in the big scheme of life, what do those things matter? But that’s all she sees. She’s a fourteen year old girl, and I need her to know her worth. I tell her all the time that she’s beautiful, but I know that I, as her older sister, don’t have much effect on her. I wish people loved her as much as I do.