Dear Little Me,

You’re holding so much more than anyone can see.
You’re brave just for waking up each day and walking into a world that often misunderstands you.

You don’t have the words yet for what you feel – the quiet confusion, the moments of shame, the deep desire to just be “normal.”
But I want you to know something:

There was never anything wrong with you.

The doctors will talk about your chromosomes, your hormones, your heart.
They’ll tell you that you’re “different.”
But they won’t always tell you this:
You are whole. Entire. Enough.

I know that sometimes you feel too slow, too emotional, too left behind. I know you wonder why other girls seem to fit into their bodies and their lives so easily.
You don’t see yourself in magazines.
You don’t see your story in books.
But here’s the thing: you are a story worth telling.

One day, you’ll stop apologizing for taking up space.
You’ll meet people who see you – not despite your softness, your scattered thoughts, or your quiet aches, but because of them.

You’ll learn to say “no.” You’ll learn to rest.
And even when it still hurts, you’ll give yourself grace.

If I could sit beside you now, I’d hold your hand and say:
Your body is not broken.
Your pace is not wrong.
You are not alone.

Keep going, little one. You are growing in all the right directions, even when it feels like standing still.

With all the love in the world,
Your future self


Journaling Prompts:

  • What would you tell your younger self with love and honesty?
  • What do you wish she had heard more often?
  • Can you offer that voice to yourself now? 

Until next time – stay messy, mindful and magical. ✨

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