I was never the girl to get noticed. I never got asked to dances, I was never invited to events, and I was never missed. No one would even call to ask where I was, or if I was okay. I've never really had good friends. Sure, I have a group of friends I spend time with. But I'm always the last choice. I'm the friend that has to fall behind in a group of three when a sidewalk is only big enough for two. I'm the extra. I wanted for so long to be the first choice. To have someone want to spend time with me, not feel obligated to. I wanted to be seen and liked. I searched for acceptance every second. And it was exhausting! See, I am already a first choice. I am God's first choice! And so are you. Every tear you cry He catches without you knowing. Every time you sit alone He is next to you. Every time you are ignored He notices you. Why value the opinion of people when you already have His acceptance? You are worth more than anything in the world, and yet you choose

What if I can't keep it together all the time? Sure, I put on a good show: smile a lot, pretend things don't bother me, shrug people's excuses off. But what if it's actually tearing me apart that I'm constantly excluded? What if I am too self conscious to attend parties, events, or even to walk outside because I keep being pushed aside for someone better? If my supposed friends don't want me, then who ever will. What if people see through my lies? What if they see I'm not okay. Then I'll look weak. I'll be a performance they love to watch. What if you stopped listening to yourself? Sometimes, we are our own worst enemies. The mind is an incredibly powerful thing, with the ability to shape us, or break us. Every morning I go through that same rhyme in my head: people hate me, I'm alone, no one actually wants to spend time with me....cool lets go to varsity. Every morning I put myself down. Why? Why are we so hard on ourselves? Even if t