Bold ​ or   Italic. Never Regular.

              In a land not so far away, there lived a girl. A girl that was born having no care about anything.  She wore whatever she pleases, ate whatever she wanted, and made everything she wished. She is different, she knows that, and she is proud of it. One day, she came across a girl. She was weeping. Normally, she would just pass by, but this particular person had the aura that dragged her closer.

                 She approached the girl with caution and sat beside her. "Hey," she started. When the girl didn't reply, she repeated what she said and nudge her lightly. Finally, the weeping girl looked up. Her eyes were red from all the crying. "Who are you?" she timidly asked. "Why are you crying?" she asked her, ignoring the girl's question. "I just feel so different from everyone else. Like, I just can't fit it no matter how hard I try," she exclaimed exasperatedly. She was taken back by her answer for it was the exact thing she was, different. "What is wrong with being different?" she asked the girl. "Being different means that you don't fit in, that you are not part of them. Being different leads you to the outskirts of the society," the girl replied. "How can you blend in when you were born to stand out? How cool is that the same God that created everything we need thought that the world also need a little bit of you. Your uniqueness is your identity. Never try to lose it. To be noticed in a crowd, you have to be different from everyone else. Got that?"