Hey you.

Hey you. You know who you are.

I just wanted to tell you some things about your insecurities:

They're irrational.

You are smarter than Einstein.

You sing better than that one fat lady who seems to get the gig singing at the end of everything.

You're skin is so smooth and perfect that if you were in a TV show they'd fire the makeup artist. You know, because they wouldn't need one for you.

You're spine isn't straight? I think that's awesome. Straight is boring.

You're voice is like the sound of sizzling bacon. Beautiful.

That nose? Cuter than a button.

You can out-dance MJ.

Your hair (whatever color it is) is silkier than some rich dudes bath robe.

Awkward body shape? That's like saying "well this Ferrari has a different body shape than that Lamborghini. Therefore it's awkward."

Personally I like girls with pale skin.

You write better than I do.

And your painting? Just because you listed that I know you're good.

Your ideas are your own and you're beautiful. Therefore, by default, so are your ideas.

Music. Unless the music you're listening to is WWII Nazi propaganda, I can guarantee it's great in comparison.

You? Boring? After all of this you think you're boring?

You're anything but boring.