Hi. It’s the girl that you told was wrong because she’d never said a bad word, because she spent her time in books, because she wasn’t ‘cool’ like you.
I was quiet when you said that. I let you think you were right. But I’ve been thinking, and I know you’re not.
Maybe I’m different, but maybe that’s good.
Why would I want to say those bad words? I’m proud that I’ve never said one. So, so, proud.
Why would I care if you think my hobbies are dumb or stupid? I enjoy them, and they make me me. Unique.
Why would I care about being cool? I think that it’s even cooler to be who I am. To be me.
So, thanks for helping me realize that. I’m different from you, and I’m proud of it.