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Growing up, I had a beautifully colorful imagination. My heart believed in the lovely stories I was told before bed, and magic always existed to me. I guess that’s true of any young child though; they have a tendency to see the world much differently than the rest of us. Children trust easier, love harder, and live happier, simply because they believe. At such a young age, no one has ever given them a reason not to believe. Then suddenly, when the child becomes a little older, and evil witches turn to nasty teenagers, prince charmings to disrespectful boys, and santa claus to mom and dad; well, the world starts to become a little more bleak. It’s when we begin to feel emotional pain, that we let go of childhood, and once upon a time is a thing of the past. 

Similarly, my perception of the glittering and glamorous world I lived in began to haze over. Growing up was never something I wanted to do, unlike most kids. The older I got, the more I tried to cling to the magic I used to believe in. There were times that I almost forgot that there was good in people, and there were times I almost let the magic slip away. There were a lot of people that would just shake their heads at me, because I believed in a happily ever after I could “never” have. 

Through the hard times in my life, I learned a lot. The most important though, was that; when life gives you one reason to frown, show life you have 1,000 reasons to smile. So that’s what I did. I took that magic I felt as a kid, and carried it with me wherever I went. When bad things happen, in order to get through them, all you have to do is believe in something. Whatever that something may be, because even though it seems like the end of the world sometimes, remember that someone else can always have it worse than you do. You can tell me that fairytales don’t exist, but I believe that a fairytale is nothing more than a miracle, and miracles happen everyday. Babies are born, couples celebrate their 50th anniversaries, people fight disease, and everyday that you wake up; well that is a miracle in itself. 

Tell me all you want that magic is non existent, and I will take the time to hear what you have to say, but I’ll never listen. When they told me Santa Claus wasn’t real, Christmas became about more than just presents for me. When my parents got divorced, the idea of love became more precious. When they told me that Fairytales would never come true, I said then how am I living in one? 

i bawled when i watched this.

hmm..

guys really crack me up. they bitch and moan when girls play them, or break their hearts. they call us whores and sluts when we sleep with multiple guys, but at the same time they’re getting with the same number of girls. they all claim they’re different, they all claim that there are decent guys out there, but girls don’t give the good ones a chance. girls don’t enjoy being treated like shit. they don’t enjoy being used. they don’t like being ignored. i’m not going to say girls are innocent, but they’re sure as hell not as complicated as made out to be. all a girl wants is for someone to treat her right. it’s not a hard concept.

You are beautiful, whether someone tells you everyday or not. You are beautiful, on the inside. The person you are is good, I just wish that you would see that too. I wish everyone else could see it the way I do. You are beautiful, on the outside. Maybe you don’t look in the mirror and see the same reflection that I see when I see you, but you are. Please don’t let society tell you otherwise. Please don’t think otherwise. Please be strong, not for me, or anyone else. Be strong because that’s what you deserve. Be strong because you can. I believe in you, I need you to believe in you too. 

Would you?