Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop.

Stop hating the girl who is trying her best.

The girl who loves deeply, hard, and feels it.

Stop seeing imperfection in everything she does.

Stop.

Stop letting her cry in secret and feel alone.

Stop telling her not to let people in and that’s what strength is, because it’s not.

Stop letting her get confused between who she is and who she wants to be.

Stop letting them run her over with their thoughts, opinions, worries, and concerns.

God damn it.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop telling her she’s not lovable and stop telling her she needs to look a certain way to be loved.

Stop hurting her.

You’re killing her can’t you see?

You’re killing you.

So, stop.