A Letter to My Younger Self
If I could go back and talk to my younger self, there’s so much I’d say. But I’d start with this: Speak up. If something makes you uncomfortable, say so. And if someone has a problem with that? Hold your middle finger high and keep moving. Your voice matters, and you don’t need to shrink yourself to keep the peace.
Don’t rush into relationships—not with boys, not with girls, not with anyone—until you’ve built a solid and secure relationship with yourself first. Learn who you are. Love who you are. And when you do decide to let someone in, make sure they are worthy of the space you give them.
Spend more time with your girls. Laugh until your stomach hurts, go on adventures, be carefree and young—stop trying to grow up so damn fast. Adulthood will come whether you’re ready or not, so enjoy the freedom while you have it.
And that thing about not quite fitting in? That’s a gift, not a flaw. You don’t need to change parts of yourself to make other people comfortable. The right people will love you for exactly who you are, without conditions, without expectations to mold yourself into something smaller, quieter, or more convenient.
If I could leave her with just one last thing, I’d tell her this: Your big heart is not a curse. It is your greatest blessing. But you must be careful with it. Not everyone you meet will know how to handle something so rare and beautiful. Choose wisely who you give it to, because the right people will cherish it, and the wrong ones will only take what they can before leaving you empty.
And you, my love, were never meant to be empty.
🫰🥰🫖 𝒥ℛ𝒯
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