Dear Tori,

I have always seen you.

I remember how badly you were bruised by the people who claimed to love you most-and I want to apologize. Peace was never given freely; you had to bleed for it. And that is not right. I need you to know that many people wear masks and pretend they’re okay when they’re not. You were one of them-and you were so good at it. But behind the mask, there is someone who has always been extraordinary. There are people who are inspired by your loyalty. By your unshakable desire to seek justice. By your constant hunger to create-even when you felt empty. You are one of a kind. You are not your worst experiences. And every single day, even when you feel like you’re breaking, you are growing, not regressing. It’s beautiful to witness your devotion to keep going- to still be kind, even after all the hate you’ve internalized. Your story is not over. And if you hate the chapter you’re in, you can rewrite the narrative. Go to places where you are celebrated, not just tolerated. And if you find none, know that I am your biggest fan. Your values will never lead you astray. Celebrate your wins-even the quiet ones. Forgive yourself for all the ways you twisted and contorted to be accepted.You were just trying to survive. But hear this clearly: You are already acceptable. And when you’re alone, aching for peace, remember this: You can’t hate yourself into self-love. Like any relationship, it takes time. Attention. Care. Play. Joy. And even if you don’t know what that looks like yet-you are worthy enough to try. Your worth has never been tied to your usefulness. It’s been in your being, all along.
With love,
Me