A letter from Jun 14, 2025

Hi there, It’s me — the version of you you’re trying so hard to become. I’m not here to demand strength from you right now. I’m just here to say: You’re doing better than you think. Even on the days you feel too short, not pretty enough, not loved enough... ...you are still worthy of being held — by yourself. I know how much you’ve tried. You’ve stood among people “taller” and wondered: “Will anyone ever look at me with pride?” You walked away from a friendship that hurt you — but you had the courage to choose yourself. You broke down, but still got up. And now, you’re brave enough to tell your story — instead of burying it. You don’t have to prove anything anymore. You don’t have to be taller, prettier, or more “likable.” You just need to be you — even in your tired version, you are still beautifully human. If you need to cry today, let it flow. If today you’re silent, that’s okay too. I’m here, listening. And tomorrow, you’ll have another chance to smile again. Keep your heart soft, even when the world is not. You’re not small. You are an entire universe wrapped in a tiny frame — learning how to love itself, piece by piece. I’m always here. For the sadness, the quiet nights, the not-good-enough days. I — your future self — will always be waiting, with open arms. With love, From the version of you who has healed, forgiven, and never gave up. 🧡