I hope one day you realize your worth. That one day you can look in the mirror and love yourself for no other reason aside from unconditional love.
I hope one day you feel courageous enough to say the word no without attaching any guilt to it. And perhaps you’ll understand that guilt is a normal thing for humans to feel, but that doesn’t need to sway your decision.
I hope one day you realize that recklessly giving away your time, your touch, your words, and your light isn’t the way to find people who genuinely care for you. One day there will be people who appreciate you not for what you offer but for who you are.
I hope one day you can run your hands up and down your body feeling every dimple every curve every movement of skin and find respect rather than disgust.
I hope one day you release the expectation of keeping your body the same size/shape forever with hopes of being visually pleasing, and find acceptance for your changing body. You are beautiful no matter what.
I hope one day the pressure releases in your mind and you no longer feel trapped in the grasp of your past. Maybe one day you’ll have worked through all of those pathways and opened up the space for the memories to peacefully exist rather than allowing them to be all consuming.
I hope one day you’re brave enough to write a book, and not necessarily for anyone else but for you. To gather all your stories, all your achievements, all your downfalls and scrapes and bruises, and lay them out in a perfectly imperfect tale of perseverance, love, and vulnerability.
I hope one day you recognize that the person that you’ve been longing for still resides deep inside your heart.
And I hope you take the time to meet yourself again. Cultivating quiet, soft moments (or loud moments with wild energy) to tap back into a deep inaudible voice that you often try to ignore.
Most of all I hope you know that you are deeply loved and you always will be.
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