"It's not too late!"
That's the phrase I desperately hope that my students hear.
As a modeling/acting instructor, I run across so very many who are struggling with low self-esteem. The result? Drug abuse. Self-mutilation. Eating disorders.
These are just kids by my standards as a thirty-five year old. Thirteen. Eighteen. Twenty-two. And though I want to remain professional, detached, I find it tough to do.
I want to shake them, explain: "You have years ahead of you! These times will pass... and you will survive unless you lose the will to live."
Unfortunately, I think a few of the kids I've encountered have lost that will. They just don't know it yet.
They are killing themselves... slowly... achingly slowly... with anorexia, bulimia, binge eating disorder, cigarettes, illegal (and legal) substances, poor decisions.
When I muse about this too long, a little piece of me dies... and cries for the world.