A letter to my younger self
Dear Pubescent me,
I was just thinking back on how much we had been through
So much hatred in our hearts, self-hate, hate for people we should love and lots of bad decisions.
But we've made it.
Though I know there was no how-to guide to growing up and you didn't always have the perfect woman role model in your life 24/7 to help you but your strong resiliency has made us into the woman I am now.
And I thank you
No life doesn't get easier I wish it did.
You still will get body shamed
You will still have to learn how to love yourself
You will still struggle with insecurities and how to figure out who you are
But when you start to learn how fabulous you are
The workload seems to evaporate
Younger naive Lydia I would like to make a toast to our survival
People who you think are your friends now will turn and break your heart
Boys you chase after now will turn out to be body snatchers and you will feel your heart crumble but this letter is proof that crumble doesn't mean evaporate.
Doesn't mean cease to exist, crumble my love is just an excuse to get your shit back together and roll out of the place you're in.
It's okay to cry
If you read this and your ear starts burning like flood gates will erupt let them.
Let those know that you're too strong to show that you're not weak
Remember that trouble don't last always
As you survive I do too.
I love you.
And I will remind you that other people love you too.
Thank you for taking the time you took to stay in that shy little cocoon. Letting us mature. That pays off very quickly for us.
Take days to yourself. Remember no one expects you to always to be superwoman .
Be strong my love, See you in the future
Lydia