The note cards were in my hand, but I would not need them.
“I could talk about so many different problems in the world. But there is one problem that affects us all. We don’t love ourselves. I gave all the love in my heart to others, waiting for happiness. But I was wrong. I have started accepting myself for who I am. Why change just because society wants me to? I love everything about me: my style, my height, my hair. I know it’s easier to judge than to love. But please, realize that nothing is wrong with you.”
Short Story, under 100 words
