This is the message I'd love to speak to so many young women - and girls - who have sold themselves for a cheapened version of the world's renown: you're worth more.
You're worth more than the $50,000 some scumbag businessman would submit via pay pal to secure a night of virginal sex with you.
You're worth more than the 1.4 million hits your website has garnered since you first published your offer of self for sale.
You're worth more than all the stares and whistles you've ever received in your whole life, combined.
You're worth more than the esteem of the world, and even if the world esteemed you more than all the celebs and starlets in all of Hollywood... you would be worth still more.
You're worth fighting for. You're worth sacrificing for. You, my dear, are worth dying for.
Nothing that you believe about yourself and your worth being intrinsically tied to your looks, to your sexual prowess, to your desirability... is true.
You have been fed lies, and because you are so hungry - because you are starving - you've swallowed them. And they are killing you.
You may not feel like it now, but you're dying. The garbage you've ingested might look and taste like solid food, but I assure you it is poison, and it will kill you.
Don't accept the best the world has to offer. One day you will wake up and you will be middle aged. You will have wrinkles, sagging skin, and thinning hair. Your body will no longer be beautiful in the same way that it is now; because of this, the men who admire you today will despise you tomorrow. They will find a younger, hotter, tighter version of your body, and they will toss you aside.
Until that day comes, you may very well never lack for male companionship. You may never "feel" lonely. But in the pit of your stomach, in the soul of your psyche, in your deepest subconscious awareness ... you will feel the loneliness.
Because every human being longs for real love. Longs to be seen and to be loved for who (and not what) one truly is.
You can deny the longing for a time... but you cannot extinguish it. And nothing the world can offer will slake your thirst for real love, for authentic intimacy. Not money. Not fame. Not even a fully-financed college education.
So hold out. You're worth it. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
(click on the post title for a link to the story I'm speaking to)