“In the grand scheme of things, you’re pretty small.
The size of your thighs can’t compare to the sky,
Nor the width of you waist to the empire state.
No matter how much you scream and cry your feelings can’t match to the vastness of the sea, regardless on how deep you fear your pain may be.
Yes, this means the world won’t stop turning when presented with your absence, but honey Earth isn’t halting for anyone.
People will break promises and your heart in the same sentence.
You’ll get all dressed up only to spend the night smearing $30 mascara.
Friends will move on without you or a reason why, and sometimes
your jeans won’t fit.
Comfort yourself in the fact that just because you’re a 7 instead of a 5 the planets won’t fall out of orbit.
The sun will shine, and the ice caps won’t melt at a more alarming pace.
Everything will be okay.
You’ll be okay.”