Today I made six origami fortune tellers. I wrote “you’re beautiful” on the inside of every single flap and left them on various shelves in the library. I hope nobody pretty finds them. I want that heavy girl with the acne who sits in the back of my chemistry class to find one, to take it home and show her mom. I want that awkward Hindu girl to find one, the girl who barely speaks any English, but knows enough to understand what the fortunes say. I want everyone who has ever felt sad or excluded because of their body or their face to find one and to understand that they are beautiful, even if I have to kill a thousand trees to make all the tellers.
