Not Nice

I've always been one to see the best in people; it's never something I had to work to do, it's just exactly how I saw. Lately, though, my vision has been riddled with negativity, and I can't differentiate from myself changing or from people around me changing.
I can sit here and close my eyes and envision all of my friends circled around me, a thick crowd of faces I've become acquainted with over the past years. I see the beautiful girls who are going through unnecessary trials to achieve their definition of perfection. One, three, six at a time with eating disorders. I want to scream at them. I want to shake them by their shoulders and force a mirror in front of their eyes that reflects back at them the girl I see, not the deformed, ugly version of themselves they've invented. I want her to see the beauty in the roses of her cheeks. I want her to see the depth in the colors of her eyes. I want her to see the unique bone structure of her face. I want her to see the charm in her freckles. I want them all to see the humor in the set of their mouths, the intensity, the intelligence in their gaze.
I see the people who think they need someone else to be whole. I hear the girls saying they're sad. They're rejected. They're lonely. I tell them, you're 17. You're beautiful. You don't need it right now, you don't NEED it ever, but you'll have it. You are whole now. If you're not whole it's because you're 17. Not because you're 'alone.' Be alone. It will teach you how to be whole.
I don't want to see anymore. I don't want to hear. I won't be like you. I'm sorry for how you feel. I'm more sorry that you've given in to it.
I won't see it anymore, and I won't tolerate hearing it. I will tell you the truth. I will tell you shut up. I will tell you you're acting like a petulant child. And I will tell you that you should learn to be whole.