To the girl that deserves better,

I know you may not know me right now but we will meet at some point. Our story begins the moment you decide to stop letting people tell you who you are and take the time to find out for yourself. That is when you begin to learn about all the things that truly make you beautiful. Now I will say I still feel as though I’m not enough at times. The feeling that you currently experience still boils at the pit of my stomach and taunts me in the back of my mind. But I am here to let you know that it does get better. At some point you stop settling. At some point you stop beating yourself up for not being society’s idea of “perfect”. At some point you learn what it means to love yourself just as you are.

I’ll take this time to meet you where you’re at right now. I know it hurts and the thief of comparison is swift and diligently drowning out your uniqueness.Those times where you were made fun of when you danced, silenced when you sang, shut down when you shared what was on your heart or mind, began to shape how you view yourself. You decided that it’s best to play it safe, lay low, under the radar. Only allowing your light to shine around a select few. You later learn, whether you hide yourself from the world or actively put yourself out there people will always have their opinions. Please don’t let their thoughts become yours.

Not only did you learn that you’re not enough from the way you were treated by your peers. This was taught at home as well. Your dad leaving, for months or years at a time without a word. Leaving you with nothing but foggy memories and deep wounds of abandonment. You would try so hard to be everything you thought they would like. Even if that meant you had nothing left to give yourself. Thoughts surrounding what they would think consumed your mind and encompassed your every move. Your entire sense of self worth began to revolve around what they thought of you. Any remotely similar experience to your father’s lack of choosing you would trigger those thoughts and feelings sending you into a spiral, into depression and eventually anxiety because you wanted to please everyone at all times and whenever you couldn’t it would remind you that you’re not good enough.

I am here today to let you know that they were wrong. Some people simply didn’t know how to properly treat you. Many of them didn’t know how to properly treat or love themselves let alone another person. Remember, You are the one living this life not them. You are the one living in your heart, mind and body every single day not them. So make sure you are happy there.

I forgive you for not knowing any better in those situations. I forgive you for thinking that you had to wait for someone else to tell you, you’re amazing, beautiful and talented to believe it for yourself. I forgive you because no one ever taught you that the only person who can determine you’re worth is yourself. No one ever taught you how magnificent you are all on your own, or that everything you need is already within you.
You no longer have to try and be someone you’re not. I am here to tell you that you are so beautiful, your kind heart and enamoring mind radiate from the inside out, your humane existence is wondrous. From your brain that acts as an infinite universe in itself, to your body and the intricacies of the inner workings that keep you alive. Being human is truly fascinating and I’m learning to not only accept it but love it.

You were created with a significant purpose at hand no matter how big or small your presence in this world may seem, we all have a role to play. When you find yourself feeling insignificant or unworthy of a beautiful life know this; scientists have estimated that the probability of you being born is at about one in 400 trillion! You are no mistake. It is no accident that you are here today, as you. If that’s not amazing I don’t know what is. Let that fact prove to you that you are not only enough but your existence is truly a miracle. Allow yourself to marvel at the miracle that is you.

Love,
The woman you’re growing into