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Today,

YouTube showed past us what we can achieve.

What would you say to past you?

#DearMe,

A mixture of advice. Some less serious, like

Uriel Ross.

Who tells himself not to have

One

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Drink...tonight.

Uriel didn’t listen,

to his future self.

Professor Snape,

With his billowing cape,

Sitting with Crookshanks,

Tweeting his younger, wizard, self

“Dear me, you’re gorgeous”.

Lol.

But what would I say to young Grace?

Where would I start?

Could I even change her heart?

Who knows, here we go…

Grace, you’re 5.

Pull up your pants,

Move away from that wall,

You don’t have what your brothers have,

They’re gonna call you a fool.

Till you’re 25.

Don’t be a fool, Grace.

Pull up your pants.

Dear Grace, you’re 7.

Yes - it’s mufti day.

Yes - you’re in your uniform.

No - you can’t go home.

Chin up,

You’ve saved yourself a pound.

Sound.

Come sweetie Friday, you’ll be grateful.

Trust me.

Dear Grace, you’re 12.

Don’t worry, you will love your dad again.

Dear Grace, you’re 14.

What that guy just asked you to do was okay.

You’ll meet your first love in a month,

And you’ve saved it for him.

It’s OK.

Dear Grace, you’re 15.

You’ve got runners lungs;

Just discovered this.

That’s going to shatter your fears

- fears

Fears that you’re ‘just not that sporty’,

Fears that you ‘don’t have an athlete’s body’,

Fears that you’ll ‘never look like her’,

You will look like her.

Dear Grace, you’re 17.

I know that you just laughed and waved at those policemen,

As they left your house.

You had to laugh.

Ran out of tears.

You will feel happy one day,

All of the time.

No, this isn’t normal,

This isn’t going to be your life, promise.

Grace, put down that blade,

Put those headphones back on.

Your salvation will always be in those beats.

Dear Grace, you’re 18.

You are as good as Mike at Mario Kart.

Don’t doubt yourself.

You got this.

Dear Grace, you’re 19.

Don’t take those happy pills.

Put down that bottle.

Stop taking drugs.

These things are harming you,

Not helping.

Dear Grace, you’re 20.

You will get over him.

Not soon, don’t rush it.

But you will.

Things are picking up,

Life starts getting better from here.

Dear Grace, you’re 21.

You’re in Australia.

On the beach.

Drinking with friends.

You got this.

Things are looking up,

Funny cause you’re upside down.

Grace, you got this.

Don’t need me any more.