A letter to myself or who i wish I was

This isn’t poetry.

This is survival dressed in syllables.

This is me, writing to the ghost in the mirror

And the future I haven’t met yet.

Dear me

Not the me in photos I pick apart

Or the one who smiles because they’re supposed to,

But the one I feel beating behind the noise 

The one I’ve always been afraid to let speak.

I love you.

Not because you’ve earned it.

But because you exist,

And that’s enough.

You don’t have to shrink to fit a page

That was never meant for your story.

You don’t have to wear pain like perfume

Just to prove you're strong.

I hope you unlearn the lies they taught you 

That softness is weakness,

That your scars make you ugly,

That worth is something outside of you.

It’s not.

One day,

You will walk into a room

And not wonder how to be less.

You will laugh

Without apologizing for the volume.

You will look in the mirror

And say “Hey..there you are,”

And mean it.

I wish to be the kind of person

Who doesn’t flinch at kindness.

Who forgives themselves before anyone else.

Who dances even when no one claps.

Who chooses peace over perfection

Every. Single. Time.

So this is my promise

I will keep showing up,

Even when it’s ugly.

Even when I don’t believe I deserve it.

I will hold space for healing

Like it’s a sacred thing.

Because it is.

To the me I am,

To the me I was,

To the me I dream about

The one i dream about in dreams so far 

but i make them feel close

in the dreams i love 

And I love you.

I’m trying.

And that is everything.

Sincerely, the person youll remember when u read this.