Be proud of who you are

Beca is currently laying down in her bed when suddenly, she feels the bed dip next to her and a hand on her arm. She doesn't pay it no mind at first but then she feels eye's staring a hole into the side of her head. So, with a sigh she looks over and is met by green eyes, more importantly her favorite set of eyes in the world. Beca raises her eyebrows awaiting to hear what the other person has to say.

"I finally know what it means." They say excitedly.

"Huh what are talking about Stacie?" Beca asked her roommate confused.

Stacie placed her finger gently on Beca's right collarbone "This." She said trailing the finger gently side to side.

Beca looked down towards the tattoo Stacie was talking about. A tattoo no one had ever deciphered.

"Do you now?" Beca asked with a raised brow.

Stacie nodded eagerly "It took a while, but I figured it out."

This tattoo was one of the more meaningful and special ones she had.

"So? What does it mean?" Beca asked.

"Be proud of who you are." Stacie said softly looking at Beca with loving eyes.

Beca swallowed nervously since no one ever figured it out, so no one ever asked what it meant or why she got it. She knew Stacie would ask and she also knew she'd never say no to the taller girl.

"You're right." Beca said quietly.

"Why'd you get this one? What does it really mean?" Stacie asked softly still trailing a finger over the tattoo giving Beca goosebumps.

Beca closed her eyes and enjoyed the contact for a few moments. No one had ever shown more love and care for her then Stacie had in the short time they'd known each other. No one ever made Beca feel more welcomed or accepted her for all her flaws like Stacie has. Beca knew if she'd have to tell anyone then it might as well be the one person, she felt wouldn't judge her.

"Qui es, et exaltabitur cor eius. It's Latin." Beca said softly looking down at her collarbone before looking back at Stacie.

"See all my life I never felt like I belonged. I was always different in every sense of the word. From my clothes, to my attitude, my interests, my looks and even my sexuality. People always made me feel like there was something wrong with me because of that. When I was in school, I didn't have friends and I got picked on so there was a period of time when I tried to fit in. I tried to change just so people would like me and hopefully I wouldn't be so alone. My mom passed when I was a kid, so her sister became my mother figure, but she traveled a lot due to work, so I never really got to see her in person we'd only talk over the phone. My mom's side was from Spain and when my aunt got diagnosed with brain cancer she didn't last long. I visited her every day in the hospital, and she always told me to not change who I am because who I am is what makes me special. The quote actually comes from our favorite song that we'd always listen to." Beca said before she trailed off thinking back to her aunt with tears in her eyes.

Stacie who had her own tears threatening to spill grabbed Beca's hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

"What was the song?" She asked.

"Beautiful by Eminem." Beca answered.

Stacie nodded "She's right you know." She said softly.

Beca looked at her confused, so Stacie continued "About you being special. What you are is special Beca and you don't have to change a single thing. You are one of kind."

Beca cracked a smile "Thank you. It means a lot coming from you."

"Can we keep this between us?" Beca asked.

"Of course, Becs. Anything you ever tell me will stay between us." Stacie said.

"You're the best." Beca chuckled.

"I know." Stacie said with a bright smile before resting her head on Beca's chest.

Beca looked down and smiled at the taller girl. She gently ran her hand through the girl's hair while keeping her other hand interlocked with Stacie's. She was glad she finally had someone like Stacie in her life and she swore to herself she'd never let her go.