A letter from November 7th, 2020

Dear Future Me, Happy Birthday!! You're 18 now and gosh, you're 'legal' now. Be careful, eh? Prison's right over the corner. Kidding. Regarding your insecurity of your physical appearance, it's either one of these. It's either you're successful with your dieting now and you've lost I don't know, 30 pounds? Who knows? If so, then congratulations. I'm really proud of you and wow, you really made it, huh? I know how much you have worked hard for this and wow, you're really a skinny legend now. But if you're the opposite and maybe you've maintained the same weight or worse (please don't cry over my words i love u), you've gained like 20 pounds or something, please don't cry. I know you, you might me bawling your eyes out right now. Calm down, okay? Inhale, exhale. You're doing great! Maybe you continued exercising and dieting but nothing happened or you just completely lost your motivation to lose weight, it doesn't matter! It's not too late, okay, love? Don't be too harsh on yourself. You're fabulous. I know one of your dreams is to lose weight even just a little, so get up there and smile! We can do this next time. I promise you, one day, you'll lose weight. We'll get there. You're going to feel the best at that day. And that PCOS you have? She's going down! You're gonna be the most gorgeous and healthy girl soon! I love you, sweetheart. See you next year :)