A Letter To My 13-Year-Old Self

A Letter To My 13-Year-Old Self

You are SO much more than you believe

To my 13-year-old self,

There are many things I know now that I wish I had known when I was your age. Yes, every lesson learned is all but a part of life, however, there are certain things that would have been helpful to know as I battled through those awkward, uncomfortable, and emotional teenage years that you are just beginning. If there is one thing I have learned since my young teenage years, that I pray to God you will realize sooner, is to know your self worth. Know your self worth. It will change your whole perspective on your innocent, beautiful life.

Don't pay attention to the other girls in your class talking about their boyfriends and how you need to have one. You don't. Don't pay attention to them when they tell you that you have to dress, act, and look a certain way to win the attention of boys. You don't. Don't pay attention to boys. Not yet, anyway. These years are about becoming comfortable with the skin that you are in, not dwelling on some boy who isn't going to matter weeks or months down the road. Be the girl that realizes young that she damn well does not need a boy to make her happy. Be the girl that forms enough confidence young to dress how she likes, act how she likes, and do what she likes because those are the things that her happy. Be the girl that other girls wish they could be like because you are that amazing; don't be the girl wishing she was everyone else. Know that who you are is more than enough and that you don't need anyone else to complete you.

Don't let people walk all over you; stand up for yourself. You are so, so much more than you would ever believe. Maybe you aren't like everyone else, so what? The world would be a much more boring place if everyone walked around like clones of each other. If someone hurts your feelings, stand up for yourself. If someone makes you mad, tell them how you feel. If you let people get away with stepping on your toes, they're going to keep on doing it until they break them. Fight back, get your hands a little dirty, don't be afraid to feel emotions that scare you, they will only make you stronger. Know that you are better than the words people speak about you.

Don't ever feel as though you are not beautiful. You won't ever have the most perfect skin, or the best hair, or a flawless body, but what you do have is beauty in itself. Your teeth with braces? They're beautiful. Your eyes covered with glasses? They're gorgeous. The pimples on your face? They show that you are human. Always remember that looks are not everything, not even close. You are beautiful because of the heart beating within your chest, the kindness that radiates from within it, and the goodness you serve throughout the world. Please know that you are enough.

Cherish this time,

Your future self

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There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

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Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

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Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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