I don't know you, but I see you. You don't notice me because I'm typing away with earbuds plugged in, thriving on the hum in the bookstore.
You pore over the latest issue of Seventeen magazine, giggling together and having a grand old time, just the two of you. Perhaps you've been friends all your lives--perhaps you're new friends. As you sit and sip frappes, I notice something else about you two--you are smiling, laughing, but slouching self-consciously. I see it too clearly because I've been there.
Despite the genuinely fun time you're having with friends, I know what it's like to be self-conscious even without meaning to. I hope and pray you know something, despite all the voices from media and Hollywood that say you need to be a size two.
You may not have the "bikini ready body" like Selena Gomez or Miley Cyrus, and you may not always like yourselves when you look in the mirror. I can relate to that. But in my people-watching when I should be writing here in the bookstore, I see two beautiful girls. Your smiles sparkle, your laughter sweet--and maybe it's just because you feel safe and accepted, spending time with your best friend.
But stop slouching. Sit up straight and tall. Carry yourselves with the happiness that comes with being with your best friend, and hold tight to that feeling of being accepted unconditionally. Walk with confidence. Be yourselves, keep the bow pinning your long hair back, wear what you feel pretty in--not what you think you should wear but can't "pull off" because you don't have the rail-thin body that is so glorified in society nowadays.
I want to say something to you, but lest I come across as a creep, I send you a smile and am rewarded with kind ones in return. I pray you come to know one day, if you don't already, that you are loved beyond measure, by Someone who died to know you. And He thinks you are beautiful--a true gem to be treasured.