"I can't read the board every hour of every day, Faith," she said gently, then smiled a little. "Although with you, I'm starting to feel a bit like I'm some kind of hall monitor on there."
Weetzie shook her head a little. "I know you're strong... I saw you working out. I can see what kind of shape you're in. I don't mean that kind of strong. Strength--- real strength--- is forgiveness, the ability to move past something traumatic. It's love. Do you know how hard, how terrifying, it is to love somebody, and to let yourself be loved back?" She looked seriously at Faith. "They call them 'crushes' for a reason... and 'heartbreak'. It isn't easy. It takes very resilient, tough people to fall in love. With anything, not just with other people. With... with life, with their choices, with themselves. The hardest thing in the world to learn is how to love yourself."
Weetzie took a step forward, braving it. If she got decked for her trouble, fine. She'd asked for it.
"But you know what, Faith? One of my professors told me something in college... Every single person in the world was born perfect. When you were born, you were a tiny baby with ten fingers, ten toes, and not a worry in the world. You were beautiful and full of love and there wasn't an ounce of hatred in you. Then life happened... real life, with trauma and pain and betrayal and hurt. And you hardened up. But once upon a time you were perfect, and now all you can do is try to find that kind of grace again. That kind of happiness with yourself, without any external stuff influencing it."