To The Girl I Used To Be,
You poor thing. You poor, poor thing. I mean this with the utmost sarcasm because I don't feel bad for you at all...although, I know you probably want me to. I'm being harsh, aren't I? Well, good, because I would love to know how you don't see your strength. Welp, that was a little cocky of me, but writing this from who you are now makes me mad at you. You don't tell yourself enough that you are proud, so here I am making sure you know...I AM FLIPPING PROUD OF YOU. But, you're being silly. How dare you walk around with your head down? How dare you pick yourself apart in private? How dare you analyze every aspect of your being, trying to belittle yourself? But most of all, how dare you find a comfortable seat in a place you call "rock bottom"?
Let me give you a little insight. You are no longer the way you are right now. It has taken time, but you, my friend, have come a long way. You no longer consider yourself lost. You no longer simply smile and nod at people who discourage you. You have learned to act in a way that people wouldn't expect. You no longer take people's opinions home with you where you can toss them around in your head and analyze them until you forget who you are. It is as simple as that.. you no longer lose track of who you are. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean you know where you will be tomorrow, but you have learned to take it minute by minute. You have learned to trust in what has happened and what will happen. You should know that you no longer base your days off of others because you now understand that this is your life and your experience, and giving someone that control is selfish. You have learned to love every person you meet because they all have something to teach. For these reasons, I am proud of you.
The journey from where you are right now to where you are writing this from is long. But you will get through it; you got through it. You're a work in progress, but you're my work in progress. Hang in there.
All my love,
The Girl You Became
