Below is a love letter I wrote to myself, from myself. I wrote so that anyone out there could print this out, post it next to their bathroom mirror, and read it every morning in the month of February. This month, more than ever, is the time to practice the art of self love.
We’ve been through a lot, and yet… here we are. I wish I could have told you ten years ago that this is the kind of woman you would become–you probably would have worried less. But, then again, you working so hard, you worrying, you picking up doubles and going to school full time, and reading in your car, saving every penny to go to Europe, all of that built you up into the kind of woman we are now, so maybe just maybe I’ll keep it a secret.
I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love you, how proud I am, and how I wouldn’t want to go through any of this shit with anyone else but you. I might not always make the right choice, but you’ve always got my back. Your capacity to dream so big and reach so far has taken us to some pretty incredible highs, and I know those nights that I lay awake wondering if it’s going to work, that you’re the one who whispers in my ear, yes, yes, a million times yes.
You are far more determined than you think. Far smarter than you will admit, and lovely as ever, and you don’t need to lose five pounds. You look amazing.
I’ve watched you for a long time, bend, grow, and become someone new again and again. Do you remember that time we moved halfway across the country all alone? Do you remember the new job? The time you were so poor you could only eat beans? Grad school? Do you remember meeting him? How happy we were? And then how heart broken? How much you cried that summer?
And yet, did you not climb hand over foot out of that space and become someone not even I might have expected? You can come back from anything, it’s kind of our thing. Reinvention looks incredible on you.
What I want to remind you is that while some days might stretch you thin, and while some days you might feel completely alone, or out of your mind… you’re not. I love you and I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I have this sneaking suspicion that there is a whole lot good coming for us. Let’s make sure that in five years, we’re really proud of the woman we are busy being.
All the love,
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