Hey you: An open letter to myself
Today was a long rainy day, in the middle of a rough week, that’s rounding out a whirlwind of a month at the end of a year that can only be described as A LOT. A lot of growing pains, a lot of challenges, a lot of transitions. Just a lot.
On days like today, it’s hard for me to focus on anything beyond the negative: my weaknesses, my fears and the ball of frizz that is my hair because of this weather. I know that, even in this crazy time, I still have so much to be grateful for, so much to celebrate and so much to smile about....but sometimes it's hard to feel something, even when you know it to be true.
So this is an open letter to all the versions of me: past, present and future. To younger me, for whom self-worth was a foreign concept and to my current self, who, broken and raw, is wrestling daily to see the beauty in herself and the world around her. But also to future me, who, God-willing, will have gotten a grip and be walking this earth as a beacon of unwavering confidence and female empowerment but will probably still like to be reminded of these simple, glorious, but all too forgettable, truths.
I hope you're doing well. I hope your day has been filled with cookie dough ice cream, bubble baths and people who make you laugh. I hope you woke up feeling beautiful and confident and ready to take on anything the world threw at you and I hope that the world threw you nothing but love and victories and glitter.
But just in case no one told you today, I wanted to remind you that you are beautiful and brilliant and loved and always, always worthy.
If it's one of those weeks when you feel inadequate and ill-prepared for the challenges you're facing, I wanted to assure you that nothing holds you back more than your own insecurities. So ignore them, because you are absolutely everything you are supposed to be and then some. I wanted you to know that you are capable and brave and significant, even when it feels like you’re not.
And just in case it's one of those months when you feel burdened by the mistakes of your past, I wanted to remind you that you are not defined by your mistakes, but by how you respond to them. I hope that when you look back, you don’t see a woman who has fallen countless times but that you, instead, choose to see a woman who has refused to stay down. A woman who has, time and time again, gathered all the broken pieces, picked herself up and kept moving forward. I hope you see strength where, on days like today, I know you will be tempted to see weakness.
If it's one of those moments when you feel lost, I wanted to encourage you take the time to celebrate who you are today and the miles it took to get you here. I hope you remember to be kind to yourself, to be gentle and gracious and patient because your story isn’t over yet. Your scars will fade and you pain will ease. I promise. I hope that beyond all of the troubles, you remember to love yourself for who you are today. I hope that you choose to hold your head high, confident in all the little flaws, quirks and joys that make you, you.