It is unfortunate, a tragedy. Girls and boys everywhere are put under a microscope, dissected and torn apart with no mercy. They are tormented because they are different.

Because they aren’t skinny enough.

Because they’re wardrobe consists of mostly black.

Because they have a stutter.

Because they like the same sex.

Because the world has decided on its picture of perfection, and the rest of us didn’t get a say in the final result.

Why can’t we find beauty in everyone? Why do we need to pick apart their appearance until they don’t have a sliver of self-respect left?

Why must we drive people to suicide?

To all of you out there who have ever bullied. Degraded someone because they were a little different? Because they were a little too weird for your taste. Because, god forbid, their thighs touched. To all of you out there who would laugh in the face of a dead man walking, simply because you knew they wouldn’t fight back.

I feel sorry for you. Because you’ll never see the beauty in life. You’ll never see the beauty in anything.

These people are no different from the rest of us. And if you can’t see that, you don’t deserve to.