Dear Younger Me,
I wish I could reach back in time, hold your face in my hands, and whisper the words you needed to hear when you felt lost, unworthy, and unseen. I see you struggling to be enough, trying to fit into spaces that never truly embraced you, loving people who couldn’t love you the way you deserved. I see your quiet pain, your silent prayers, your dreams locked away because you were too afraid to believe in them.
Baby girl, you are enough. You have always been enough. I wish you had known that love wasn’t something you had to earn by bending, shrinking, or breaking yourself. The real love doesn’t ask you to lose yourself to be worthy of it. But I understand why you thought it did. I understand why you held on to people who made you question your worth. You were searching for the love you never fully gave yourself.
I wish I could protect you from the heartbreaks that made you question your value. But even in those painful moments, you were growing. You were learning.
And oh, my love, look at you now. Look at how you rose from the ashes of your past, how you fought to love yourself even when the world made you feel unlovable.
You are not broken. You never were. You are a masterpiece in progress, a woman of strength, grace, and resilience. I am so proud of you. I am proud of the way you kept going when everything inside you screamed to stop. I am proud of the love you now pour into yourself, the way you have learned to embrace your imperfections and own your story.
If I could change one thing, I would beg you to love yourself sooner, to trust yourself more, to believe that you are worthy of all the beauty, love, and joy this world has to offer. But even though it took time, you got here. And I love you for that.
Thank you for surviving. Thank you for holding on, even when you had every reason to let go. Thank you for becoming the woman I am today.
With all the love you never knew you deserved,
Me.
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