To My Younger Self,

The main reason why I am writing this to you is that back then when times were the toughest, you always wondered if it will get better. You are sitting in class and thinking about writing exactly this when you're older.

I remember looking back in time to about tenth grade. I remember the pain and the hurt that you felt. Mainly because you believed that you weren't deserving of the love and affection from another person. You truly believed that the person you saw in the mirror was ugly, fat and undeserving of love.

Little did you know that your whole world would change when you thought you met the guy of your dreams. Newsflash: it doesn't last more than a month and a half. Young love never lasts, not even in the movies. Don't worry, the pain is only temporary.

Most of all, I want to leave you with this piece of advice. Do not worry so much about your looks. Puberty will hit you like a brick and you will look better than you do now. Most importantly, you're going to do a lot of bad things. The morals you think you have are going to be gone. You will look back at your life and think that you are shrouded by mistakes. You will even question your self-worth. All you have to do is push yourself through those barriers.

You will make it.