"At night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tight rope. It was practice. And yeah, some of us fell, but I want to tell them, that all of this, it's just debris, leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be. And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer. Stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a case around your broken heart and signed it yourself; you signed it 'They were wrong.' Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground when everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong."