It's okay you got a bad grade. It's okay you're not skinny and have bright eyes and don't fit into a size four jeans.   It's okay   boys don't whistle at you (I mean, you're not a dog, are you?). It's okay that your friends are leaving, because if they were such good friends, they'd be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like crap. It's okay your parents shout at you, their trying their best and I don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It's okay you feel as though you've lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It's okay that you're still searching for what missing part of you, we all are. It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that you're not. You must remind yourself that you are beautiful, individual, a replica of nobody else. You're you and that's dam.n well good enough for me.