Dear Younger Me,
Do you remember how you grew that year? How you had fallen, broken, cried and almost died yet here I am still alive. I don't remember writing those words. Maybe because deep inside I told myself that none of my wishes would ever come true yet it did.. come true.
I was still a chrysalis, the world was not ready for my wings yet, but now they are spread out wide. As I try and navigate this world with my little butterfly wings I remember you.
Remember your fear. Remember the girl I was. The one who was afraid, insecure, not broken but shattered.
I hope you know I picked my pieces back up. Mended myself with gold made of love because broken things are still beautiful. I am still me, I am still you.
I still hold my insecurities deep inside of me but they are a welcomed reminder that I am human. That I am still beautiful, because broken things are still beautiful.
I became the person you wished to be, now I wish to be a better me.
So I will still send myself letters.
To remember that I am still alive, and moving forward.
Dear future me,
I hope you are free of worries, healthy and happy with your creativity still flowing through you out into the world. I hope you still hold a pen like you hold you tongue of silver made into a sword. Hope you still love the world though it's so broken.
I hope you can accept that broken is still beautiful. That scars are a reminder that we heal, that we are ephemeral beings in this world. And that stars are made by God who grants our wishes, so wish Amani.
Hope to grow, because there is still so much for you to learn.
Be grateful that you are alive, and remember how much you've grown.
Sincerely, the looking glass self.
