Ever since the beginning of time when I looked in the mirror I didn't see a young woman. I saw zits and freckles fat and frizz and wide feet and hairy arms and every little blemish I could possibly find.
When I got my phone my friend Sam told me she would harass me every day. I didn't realize how true that was until at least once every day she texted me with the same sentence of "Tessa you're a babe!!!" (The "babe" thing started out as an inside joke.) The first little while I thought the whole, Why thank you! but it faded a bit to You don't really mean that... to Still? I thought I was a babe yesterday.
My "babeness" soon just became routine. My phone let off it's tweetle-toot and there was the same message. One day I was feeling especially irritable and only replied with short answers. With a lack of much else to say, Sam finally elaborated. "I have to tell you every day so someday you'll believe it."
It definitely was something I never could have expected to hear. She always knows my ups and downs and is there whenever I need her. I took that daily text message as a total joke and the entire time she sincerely meant it and wanted me to know I'm good enough for everyone else even when I'm not good enough for myself. A flicker of hope lit up inside me. Maybe someday I will.
The Case of the Stolen Bracelet
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