Happy birthday, FutureMe

Dear FutureMe, Happy twenty-first birthday. You have grown so much in these 21 years. You've matured beautifully and wonderfully but sometimes, do you ever realised how hard you are being on yourself? Remember how your mother always asks you why you're always asleep and your answers were always "I'm tired." Well, of course you're tired. You are in a constant battle with yourself every walking minute of your life. You've chided yourself for things you have no control of and you've emotionally abused yourself far too many times. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you to live your day with nothing but compliments for yourself. Tell yourself how beautiful you look without your make up on. Eat the cheesy carbonara without staring at your thighs. Beauty is not about being the smallest size on the rack. It comes in many forms and you are one of them. Love yourself. Another thing I would wish for you is that you will realize that you are not made up of the grades you got and that your self worth is not measured by your GPA. Education is a mean for you to discover the world. It does not measure our intelligence. Everyone have different capabilities. Do not cry for your grades. Instead, invest your time by gaining experiences and learn about what interest you, not what you are taught to. A paper may secure you a job but if getting it means sacrificing your health and happiness, then I rather you forgo that paper. My beautiful, Rose. Do not let anyone tell you what you are capable of. You are made of millions of atoms that makes up the world too. You are made of many little things that represents you. You can be anything. You are invincible.