A Letter To My Younger Self
Dear Me,
Right now you are 20 years old. You have led quite the life up to this point. I promise your future will be just as eventful. I'm a little more than a year away from your 40th birthday. I wanted to talk to you for a minute about your body.
You live in Florida and you always wear jeans unless you are at the beach because you hate your legs. You despise the light stretch marks on your hips that you've had since your growth spurt in the 5th grade. You are incredibly self-conscious about the slight pudge in the lower part of your belly. You think your cheeks are fat and they make you look like a chipmunk. You have always thought your boobs and butt were too small. You have always been your worst critic. But I need you to listen to me.
Think about things rationally for a minute. Do you think that bodies get better over time? People are not fine wine. Metabolism slows down. Skin gets wrinkly. Joints swell and fill with fluid. Things sag. You know that saying, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone?" Well sweetheart, it's not gone yet, but it's on the way. Your body has done amazing things. It has created and nourished two lives. You should be very proud. But what I wouldn't give to have back all the things you complain about.
So please, for both our sakes, enjoy your body. Wear the short shorts and show off those legs. Wear the heels. Stop worrying about other people judging you. Don't hide behind those big clothes hoping people won't notice your imperfections. Quit sucking in your stomach all the time. Breathe. Laugh. Be happy.
You end up with the best husband ever and some amazing kids. Your future is taken care of. So for now, just be yourself. LOVE yourself. Your body is beautiful.
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