Dear Younger Me,
I know you struggle sometimes but in case I don’t tell you enough, your beautiful. I’m sorry you thought starving yourself made you beautiful. I know you lived a life thinking the only person there for you was a tool to burn yourself with to help you get thru this hard life you experienced. Thank you for being so strong and transparent, the world sees you even when you feel invisible. I know you never thought of having your body taken advantage of at only age 18 by a monster but you have dealt with that so well. I know it’s broke you, left you feeling unloveable, dirty and fearful of what’s around you. I wish I could rewind that part of life for you but it’s made you beautiful inside and out and most of all a fighter. I appreciate your heart, and your stubbornness. Your willingness to love even after being discarded at such a young age. Someday you are going to stop being afraid of who are you, you’re going to claim yourself with all the fierce tenderness you are hoping so desperately to receive from others. You’ll accept your own limitations, and leap over them. You’ll forgive yourself, love yourself and most of all be a testimony.