Dear Younger Me,

I've written this letter so many times before, each time it changes drastically from the first. I have a lot to say to you. Who would've thought how hard it was to write to yourself? I wish I could teach you everything I know right now so you can be prepared for all the hurt. I know this letter is useless to you because there is no possible way you can read this because you don't exist anymore, but I'm going to sit here and I'm going to write to you like there is some way I can hand you this. We are all grown up now and we are very different than we were. Listen I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be okay but I'm going, to be honest, you are going to have your battles and you are going to have lots struggles. But this letter is to you the young little girl I broke. I know you felt different you didn't have many friends and I'm sorry for calling you a freak. I'm sorry for saying every horrible thing I can come up with because you were none of that. You were just a child trying to have fun and I took that away from you and there are no words to express how sorry I am for hurting you. I remember you being this little girl so scared of being different, so scared of having a voice and I tore you down to the point where you were so beat up from the inside. I made you believe you were stupid and I want you to know you are smart, I know I kept saying you weren't but you really are. I kept saying you were ugly because your hair wasn't perfectly straight like other girls, you weren't thin and perfect and you had boring brown eyes. I never appreciated your pretty curly hair until now because I wear it proud all the time. Our eyes might be brown but they are not boring, not in the slightest because now they tell a story of a girl who fought all her life, now your once boring brown eyes are a sign of strength. You did not need to be a size 0 to beautiful you were already beautiful. I was always so hurt when people would fat shame me but I was the one who did it to you the most. No matter all the hate and all the hurt people caused you I was the one that broke you the most because that was the only way I knew how to speak to you. I sit and I hear these story about how these beautiful little girls that hate themselves and I wonder why then I remember you. You see, I couldn't appreciate you because society told me I shouldn't because you didn't fit in like everyone else. You didn't have many friends but the ones you did have are still around supporting you and loving you every step of the way. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for hurting you, you are strong and beautiful dont you ever think differently. I want you to know that holding on is worth it because I promise one day I will make you proud.

Sincerely,

Your Future Self