i just stalked all of my accounts. i've grown so much and i'm lowkey proud of myself.
i used to be a 13yo cringey but happy girl, 14yo stressed and depressed girl, 15yo self-hating girl, 16yp growing but still self-deprecating girl and 17yo learning-how-to-love girl.
now i'm a much better 18yo who's still trying to love herself. i don't hate on myself as much as i used to. i don't bodyshame myself as much because i finally understand that my body is beautiful just as it is.
i'm still trying to lose the thought of "dying will make it better." thankfully, my fear of death holds me back. sometimes, i wish i could have a peaceful life just like some people have. so i just think about how they may have their own problems and they just hide it like i do.
i'm not sure why i'm writing this. maybe it's the nostalgia i felt when reading my past self's thoughts.