Note to a young self…

I wish for a moment that I could meet you, face to face. To hold your hands in mine and tell you that all will be well. To calm your fears and quell your uncertainty.

When the pain comes, I want to cradle you in my arms and whisper soothing words. I want to bathe you in warmth and tenderness until you see what I see. That you are beautiful. You are worthy.

You are made of the sun, the stars, and the moon. You come bearing great gifts. You are stronger than you know.

Keep following your light. Your troubles have not eroded it, but polished it to a high sheen.

You deserve love and happiness and kindness and respect. Just because you are here and you are you.

You don’t have to work so hard to justify your existence. You are vital. You are needed. You are necessary.

I want to hold you until your shoulders drop and your pulse slows. Until your tears dry and your protests die on your lips. Until you see your reflection in my eyes and know how loved you are. How loved you will always be. Until you see the universe looking back at you.

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