No, you tell her how awesome she is.

I grab both of Marisa's bare shoulders and turn her to face me. As I stare into her tear-filled eyes, I sincerely tell her;

"I don't want to ever hear you putting yourself down or talking about harming yourself again. You are an awesome person, and if some jerks at school can't see that, it's their problem not yours. You're intelligent, kind, and even though you're usually serious you can be really funny when you want to be. Your family loves you just the way you are. Your dad loves you. My mom loves you. I know for a fact she considers you her daughter. Your sisters Jessica and Traci love you."

At this point, I'm on the verge of tears myself. I pause swallowing a lump in my throat and finish, "your step-brother loves you. I love you, Marisa."