This speaks to me.
When I was younger, especially in my teens and a large part of my twenties, I was desperate for someone in my life who could pull me through. Through those moments when loving myself was non-factor. When I would look in the mirror and loathe the girl looking back at me. When I refused to believe that I would ever be happy. When I was just so, so lost.
That me then, needed me now. And she has her.
Given the chance, I plan on being the present and future me (wholly loving of herself and finally happy) for anyone else who needs it.
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I loved reading this short but sweet post. It really spoke to me. It’s funny how we alone hold the key that unlocks our own happiness.
I stumbled upon a “Letter to my future self” letter that I wrote 6 years ago. I read it and smiled with mixed emotions. The insecurities that plague one in young age sometimes form the solid foundation for the knowing confidence of old age…
Absolutely well said. And so, so true.