Step up, babe.

To the girl up alone at 3 am. To the girl who lives in denial. To the girl who won't be objectified. To the girl who is tangled up inside.

I sit here. Against my better judgement that tells me to sleep. I sit here. Knowing I trusted too easily. I sit here. Trying to squeeze larger tears out if only to make myself feel better.

To the girl who doesn't fuss with her feelings. To the girl too pained to move and ask for help. To the girl who has contemplated suicide.

To the girl who has been rejected one too many times. Because that's it, isn't it? You thought that maybe you were at least average in attractiveness but today was the day you realized that the most you are is a sex toy for guys who don't have prettier girls at their disposal. You realize that you're not anybody's number one. That you're not just second best, you are the least.

To the girl who is crying because of a guy. To the girl scratching her face in denial. To the girl who is tired of competing with girls who easily fall into the arms of guys. To the girl who is tired of waiting. To the girl who knows deep inside she is not pretty enough, not good enough, not flirtatious enough, too clingy, too soft, too hard.

Who cares what they think.

You ARE pretty enough. You ARE strong enough. And if he hugs you when you're alone but goes for a prettier girl as soon as she arrives, completely neglecting you, he's just not worth it. You are beautiful. You are strong.

And there is a guy out there who has you at the top of his love list. And guess what: there is no number 2.