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Dedicated to Christie.

The girl sat on her bed, mirror in hand, her fingers running over the bags beneath her eyes, over the pimples on her nose, through the tangles in her thin scraggly hair.

Ugly. Worthless. Scum.

She glared at her stomach and poked at her thighs. Disgusted. She glanced up, just in time to see the red bubble appear above the message icon on her facebook page. '...I hope it's him...'

It wasn't who she wanted. It wasn't who she expected. It wasn't what she wanted. It wasn't what she expected.

But it was what she needed.

13 simple words from a beautiful woman of God.

'God seems to be telling me to tell you He thinks you're beautiful.'