My sister, you are beautiful.
You are worth more than Facebook comments and Twitter re-shares.
You are worth more than every shiny hair on your head and the beautiful curves of your body.
You are worth more than snide comments and misogynist mantras and feminist slogans.
You are worth more than that bikini that cost you your entire paycheck.
You are worth more than the boy who finally likes you.
You are worth more than prostitution and brothels and forced marriages.
You are worth more than the job you got or the university you went to.
You are worth more than what people say.
You are worth more than what you think about yourself,
when you’re staring at yourself for hours at the mirror thinking about every flaw you have and praying so hard that they’ll go away.
I promise, my sister, you are beautiful even when the planets stop revolving and the stars stop shining.
To every great man there is a great woman, a pious, humble servant of God who patiently waits until her time on Earth is over so she can reap her rewards in the next life.
You are worth what God thinks of you. And about anything else, I’ll tell you a secret.
It doesn’t matter.