Hey girl,Thank you for being here; for taking time for you. You havenât always made yourself a priority, but thatâs not your fault. You were sold a lie that love meant putting others first at your own expense. Iâm so proud of you for all the work youâve done to see that true love starts from within. You didnât love yourself for a long time. Mostly because you didnât know you could. Youâve been through some shit. Iâm sorry you had to experience that pain and that trauma at such a young age. I hope you stop beating yourself up for what youâve been through. You were a kid, and you were just trying to survive.
Iâm sorry that you felt like you had to hide or shrink yourself in order for others to notice you. I love you just the way you are, and I donât want you to hide anymore. Youâre kind of a badass, and all of the things youâve been through donât make you less than others. They have made you tough as hell. You donât give up.
I hope you can learn to trust other people. I know you have been hurt by those people who should have protected your heart, but donât let other peopleâs mistakes stop you from allowing caring, empathetic, good people in. Youâre independent and thatâs great, but that doesnât mean you have to do everything alone. Itâs OK to need people sometimes, and most importantly, you deserve that! Believing that good people exist isnât setting you up for failure. In fact, I think that belief that youâre worth people caring about is the first step in letting those good people in. Will you still hurt? Will you still cry? Sure, but youâll do so knowing that itâs not because youâre âthe worst.â I hope you destroy those two words forever.
I know youâre letting go of the anger that has masked the sadness youâve felt for a long time. I know itâs not going to be easy, but feel that pain, feel that discomfort. Itâs real, but itâs not going to break you. Allow yourself to feel those feelings so you can see that youâre OK, because youâre OK and going to be OK.
I want you to know that youâre smart enough, pretty enough, well enough, good enough, queer enough. Youâre enough.
Destroy the idea that how you feel about yourself has anything to do with anyone else. You decide to be free, and I know you can do it. Donât settle for anyone who makes you feel like who you are isnât enough. Youâve got this!
I love you!
Writing this letter helped me and maybe if it feels good to you, you can write a letter to yourself too. You don’t have to share it but try to feel the fear, recall the pain, forgive yourself and start to heal. It is NEVER too late to discover who you really are.