I will accept that sometimes the entire world is not out to make me feel terrible. I will realize that I must just be Vitamin D deficient (seriously, check into that).
I will not judge discussions I hear in the bathroom. These discussions are sacred and the people are vulnerable, and I will remember this when my eyebrows shoot to my hairline over discussions that put fanfiction to shame.
If I’m upset with my teachers, I’ll think of their high school yearbook pictures.
No one can tell if my eyeliner is crooked. They’re too worried that I can see their bra strap.
I will not let my self-worth be determined by how many books I’ve read or how much I understand my teachers.