On Sunday I heard the song by Brad Paisley, "Letter To Me".
It got me thinking. A lot. I would write one to me.
To the girl I was at age 14.
When I began to crush and crumble under the weight of adolescence, peer pressure and puberty.
When the opinions of those around me mattered so much that I allowed them to define my actions, my thoughts and my behavior.
I would tell that little girl, because she was very much still a little girl in the eyes of her mommy and daddy, to have confidence.
That love exists whether she has a boyfriend or not.
That sex doesn't mean he loves her.
That girls can be your best friends. And that the mean girls are just as insecure as you are.
I would ask myself to not seek perfection. To not worry about the opinions of others.
That magazines, porn and the internet are not real or accurate judges of beauty or love.
That to dream big dreams and go after them is okay, even though she may be ridiculed and teased because they don't understand.
I would tell her that the heart is a liar, but to trust her gut.
To have real convictions and standards does not make her weird or foolish, but allows her to stand above the rest and not get lost among those drowning themselves in the crowded, yet lonely pools of "popularity".
That she is far above rubies. She is loved tremendously.
That her adult life, while not exactly what she desired or dreamed, will be far more fulfilling and exciting than she could possibly imagine.
That her teenage freckles she dreads and hates so much, she will love one day because they add to her beauty.
That she is beautiful. She doesn't need to be a supermodel to see that or believe that.
She will marry a man who is gaga for her.
She will have beautiful children. A boy and a girl. Babies that stop people in their tracks because they are a joy to be around.
And the mean girls who cause her so much pain and heartache would one day be her friends.
And the hearts of women she swears she will never ever deal with will one day become her greatest passion. She will love women and embrace femininity.
That God is good. God is love. And that God has a purpose for her.
If you could write a letter to yourself, what would you say?
Tiff~
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