a letter to my younger self…

I was following a journaling prompt created by Aime McNee (follow her on Insta, she’s a wonderful creative) and it read something along the lines of, create dialogue with your younger self. So that’s what I did. I was going to keep it to myself, for myself, but my therapist said that I should consider sharing it - other people might need to read this…

High school was hard. You didn’t know what to do and your confidence was nonexistent, but you know what? You made it and I’m forever proud and thankful for you. I don’t look back at that time with fond memories. You were overwhelmed with shame and rejection. We never fit in no matter how hard we tried.

So much rejection, but because of all our bad experiences, because you never gave up, because you always had hope for a better future - I am free. I am comfortable with myself. Confident. I found love - not in Georgia. I discovered my worth. I realized how toxic Georgia was for us and the people we were surrounded by. You did the hard work. You experienced the trauma. I healed us so we could live. 

You are the reason I’m resilient.

You are the reason I’m strong.

You were worthy of love.

You were beautiful and enough.

You were deserving of all the accolades you earned. 

You did nothing wrong. The only thing you did was try to survive. And you did. I love you.

I’m proud of you.

Thank you.

Ps. You’re not fat. And don’t let other people’s opinions determine your worth. You didn’t need anyone’s validation. You were phenomenal.