XOXO, Nat

Dear younger me, You felt so much pain, you were so broken. You suffered in ways you shouldn’t have. You have scars you shouldn’t be reminded of. You were dealt an unfair hand, in so many ways. You made it further than you ever thought you would. You’re 25 now, and god I am so proud of you. You made it out. You took it all in. You're strong. Stronger than you should have had to be. I think of you sometimes. Of who you thought you’d be. Of who you never wanted to become. You’ve done even better than you can imagine. Some days… some days are still hard. Some days, the weight is back and the sadness overwhelms you. Some days it’s hard. Most days, though? Most days are beautiful and you’re happy.