This isn’t a standard love letter. It’s not to the boy who broke your heart or the man who tore it apart. It’s not to your best friend who likes to send you gifts at three o’clock in the morning. It’s not to your parents who believe that the world is only made up of straight lines and that there is no room for curves.
No.
This letter is to the girl in the mirror who day by day asks “what is my life all about?” This letter is to the girl who seeks meaning in her existence. This is to the girl who questions why she can no longer cry. This is to the girl who stood so strong but has so many cracks on the inside that she’s crumbling. This is to the girl who finds herself too thin, too fat, too ugly, too much and too little at the same time who wonders “this is what my life is all about?”
This love letter is to the girl who craves attention, thinking that alone is love. This is to the girl who surrounds herself with pretty things while inside she feels like a monster. This is to the girl who feels she is more toxic wasteland than teenage dream.
This is to the girl who is a poet alone in a sea of words.
This letter is to remind you – babe, you’re strong.
You’re beautiful.
You’re powerful.
You’re brave.
You’re a wonderful masterpiece that isn’t even finished yet.
You have a purpose in this world to show how to love and it begins within yourself. This letter is to the girl in the mirror.
The one who needs to be reminded: mirrors are only as good as the person who sees the reflection. That it’s not the reflection that needs fixing; it’s the perspective.
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