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Dear Self, I'm Sorry

Updated on January 22, 2017

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Dear Self,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you care so much about other people's thoughts on you, that you have let them blind you to your own.

I'm sorry that when you look in the mirror at your already thin waist, you suck in your stomach even more, just to match the photoshopped beauty on the front cover of that cheap magazine.

I'm sorry that you are so unable to handle your own natural face, that you have to apply handfuls of makeup products just to feel like you look mediocre.

Dear Self,

I'm sorry that you never got to climb to the top of that colossal tree because you were too frightened you would get hurt.

I'm sorry that you didn't understand until later in your life, that pulling flowers from the ground only kills them, instead of letting them bloom and thrive.

I'm sorry that you still feel remorse about paining natural beauty to this day.

Dear Self,

I'm sorry that you lay awake until all hours of the night trying to organize every unhinged thought that was set loose in your mind.

I'm sorry that when you do sleep, you dream about people you never wish to see again, and the places you wish you rather were.

Dear Self,

I'm sorry that you believed every single person that told you that you were not pretty enough, or not smart enough, or not talented enough, or not brave enough, or just not enough.

Dear Self,

I'm sorry that you believed every single person that told you that you were too pretty, or too smart, or too talented, or too brave, or far more than enough.

These can be hard expectations to live up to for someone who doesn't believe it about themselves.

Dear Self,

I am sorry you believed the boy that compared you to moon when you wanted nothing more than to be the sun.

I am sorry that you trusted him when he told you everything would be okay with his hand on your thigh.

I am sorry you believed him when he said he loved you.

Dear Self,

I am incredible. I am a work of art. I am a canvas that hangs on the wall of some overly expensive museum that people spend hours staring at, just trying to figure out the meaning behind it.



Dear Self,

Don't be sorry.

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