It’s ok to wear cardigans and use words like “enamored.”
Someday you’ll miss roller skating in your cement basement & shaking the backyard apple blossoms with your brother.
The teddy bear comforter that matched the one on Full House will feel like a foreign object from another life.
You’ll grow out of that tired old voice that never liked your round face or flat feet.
After a while you realize you just don’t have time to dislike yourself so much.
When you understand how to hold yourself in high esteem, it will come back to you.
Learning to cherish & nurture yourself is the secret to growing an abundance of healthy love you can freely give away.
For goodness sakes, get some sleep. Eat nicely.
Give yourself a good portion of the grace you give to others.
Respect yourself enough to know when to humbly make changes.
Cling to the truth that life is a lovely thing.
When the world offers a bitter cup, do not drink from it.
Hearts are meant to be strong, but they don’t need to be hard.
Accepting the risk of a vulnerable soul will cultivate poise.
Never let anyone else make up your mind for you.
They may hover around the fringe of your life,
but the living of it is yours.
Ask for wisdom but trust yourself.
Chasing gorgeous light & breathtaking sunsets will never cease to thrill us.
Thunderstorms will always make us uneasy.
Those bangs will always give us trouble.
You’ll discover that pink isn’t such a bad color after all.
I’ve spent a lot of time analyzing who you are, what has happened since then, and who we are now.
I’d like to think that at this point we’ve made peace.
Secret handshake & high fives, it’s for real.
-29 year old Andrea
ps: I want your swimsuit.Â â™¥
Inspiration for this post:
We are celebrating Valentine’s Day by writing love letters to our little selves. This idea stems from one of my favorite quotes by Kris Carr, â€œPicture yourself when you were five. in fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. sheâ€™d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, youâ€™d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, youâ€™d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.â€ This Valentine’s Day, take time to write little you a love letter. What are three things you would tell yourself? Show yourself some fierce love this month.Â â™¥
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